Take Seven

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Our words were: animal, betray, double, duet, forever, friend, gist, honest, hump, lies, party, petty, pretend, single, sorry, story, true, trust, tune, wet, whistle

Walter looked at his book, the one with the animal on the front. At first glance it looked like a dog but that was his eyes betraying him. It was in fact a small rodent of some kind, hidden in a bunch of roses. Walter did a double take and could see the rodent clearly. This book, as it lies upon the sofa, is a reminder of the duet he sang in his church group, and would forever be a reminder of his close friend, Martin.

When Martin had handed Walter the book at the party he saw the twinkle in Martin’s eye, letting him know the gist of the wrapped novel was a memento to be cherished. Walter had been honest with Martin when he had told him he only reads in his free time. When Walter unwrapped the package he threw the wrappings to the floor to land in a hump of frilly ribbon and colorful paper.
Martin didn’t care for the petty glances of the other members and had been sorry that he hadn’t saved the gift for a more private setting. He wanted to pretend they weren’t even there, that him and Walter were a single unit in a mystical theater. It was a story he longed to tell Walter and hoped that someday it would come true. Walter trusted that Martin knew how much books meant to him and with a lick of his wet lips, began to whistle a tune of happiness and love.

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Take Seven 30th October

Our words were:
beg, chest, cup, current, curtail, desk, draw, final, half, hound, moth, open, ribbon, shrink, sigh, sleep, small, speech, try, velvet, wind.

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Martha’s Cup

Martha knew she’d have to beg
To see inside the chest
She knew there’d be a cup inside
She didn’t know the rest

The current mood inside the room
Was pensive and so grave
Afraid her brother would curtail
The one thing she could save

She pulled a chair up to the desk
To draw a little map
And at the final resting place
Were nice words, not a trap

She knew she couldn’t hound her bro
He’s no moth near a flame
She’d have to be quite open
Not wind up throwing blame

She’d try to tie a ribbon
Like a bow on her request
But by the look on his face
She thought shrinking might be best

And so she sighed a half a sigh
And said it’s time to sleep
Her brother just surprised her then
He said that cup she’d keep

She was so happy she could cry
A small tear ran down her face
She try to say the speech she’d planned
She knew this was the place

Her velvet words fell from her lips
Thanking him so much
She was so happy she could cry
Sweet tears beyond his touch.

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Take Seven: 16th October

annoy, busker, button, car, crop, cry, elevate, Friday, hunt, hysterics, irritate, movement, pack, pattern, pest, poetry, song, street, swipe, thump, vamp.

I Can’t Stand You

Is it good enough to know
that you annoy me today
Just like any old busker
who thinks I want to play?

But the button you’re wearing
on your old, awful car coat
It is ugly and awkward
why do you stand there and gloat?

You think that the crop
you hold in your hand
will make me cry out
and there smirking you stand

You elevate yourself up
above everyone and me
As if Friday is your date
but just wait and you will see

That the hunt is still on
Call it hysterics, you will
but how you irritate me
It is not a good thrill

Here is movement away
from the pack with your friend
It’s a pattern you’ve had
You’re a pest to no end.

If I have to go now
and write down all of my words
it is through poetry
that sounds like songs of some birds

Today I’ll go down the street
with a swipe of my hand
Giving you a thump on the head
with the vamp of which I stand.

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Take Seven 2nd October

Our words were:
bet, boyfriend, cheese, drip, fare, fear, flack, fun, hang, negligent, new, puddle, rain, record, rhubarb, skim, subtle, thread, toffee, worm, worth

The Boyfriend

I bet that if you had a boyfriend

Who always smelled like some cheese

You send him under a water drip

Pay his fare so he’d think it was free

The fear in your eyes as he walked away

Would promise you flack from your friend

But it would be fun for you either way

Hanging out ’til the day got to end

The boy he would think you negligent

Because you wanted him in clothes that were new

A puddle would have just suited him

The rain would have done the trick too.

Just for the record nobody said

The boyfriend couldn’t come back

It’s just that the rhubarb smell of him

Made showering on the right track.

He’d skim on the soap and use little else

So the subtle smell would still be there

A thread of his nastiness lasting for days

Like toffee bits stuck in your hair.

But you love the worm, no matter how bad

He stinks and turns off your friends

It’s all worth the hugs and love that he gives

And you know that this love never ends

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Take Seven : 25th September

anniversary, blogging, bracket, cascade, dog, earthy, fresh, futile, leap, lock, mad, money, pale, party, peal, portion, pressure, slipper, tall, ticket, torch.

Blogging Life

Once upon a time there was a dog named Bracket. He was a tall dog with a pale coat, almost like an earthy tone. One day Bracket was blogging and feeling a lot of pressure to make money. He knew he had the right ticket with “click ads” but they took over such a large portion of his blog, he decided to torch the idea as it was making him mad.

It wasn’t until Bracket realized it was his blogging anniversary that he decided to take a fresh look at what he was doing. Was he somehow locked into something? He learned a lot this one day as he took a futile leap to look honestly at his work. He realized the cascade of followers at the beginning was a sort of peal in response to his originality. Now, like an old pair of slippers, followers were putting him aside, no longer needing him.

In the end, Bracket realized the party was over, he was not willing to keep pushing forward.

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