Tag: 2019 September Group Writing

Autumn Colors: The Utter Confusion of Agnes the Orange

 

The Utter Confusion of Agnes the Orange

Agnes looks low upon her flat sides.
“How did I ever get to be orange?”
She is baffled by seasonal tides.

Agnes had thought she had green insides.
Now her color is warmer in tinge.
Agnes looks low upon her flat sides.

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Autumn Colors 16 SEP: The Life and Times of Leif the Red

 

The Life and Times of Leif the Red

I am Leif the Red, born at the top of a tree!
I have been here since May, ere long I shall escape.
Autumn calls with icy winds, soon I shall be free!

When I was born, I was light green with bel-esprit.
I spread and grew to be a solar-drinking cape.
I am Leif the Red, born at the top of a tree.

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Autumn Colors 15 SEP: On the Tragic Fall of Maurice the Yellow

 

On the Tragic Fall of Maurice the Yellow

I’m up a tree, it seems to me.
My name’s Maurice, and life is hard.
There’s no way to fall gracefully.

In the Spring I was fancy free,
before I saw what’s in the cards.
I’m up a tree, it seems to me.

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The Colors of 9/11

 

Blue were the skies that early September day.

Silver gleamed the towers in the morning sun.

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Green Vegetables and a Groaning Table

 

Mulling over food color themes from Red, White, and Blue Labor Day U.S.A. and Colorful Cooking, a family food memory came front of mind. The tale has long been told of an important family dinner. It was one of those occasions when the prospective new family member meets the prospective parents-in-law. One of my aunts had come to my maternal grandparents’ home, and was seated at the family table when it happened.

All heads were bowed as my grandfather completed the prayer of thanksgiving and blessing over the meal. Suddenly my aunt heard a loud gasp from her mother-in-law-to-be. My aunt thought “Oh no, I’ve just met her and she’s having a heart attack!” Then she heard my grandmother exclaim in dismay: “There’s no green vegetable!

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Now that it’s September, fall colors are burgeoning around here. I don’t entirely approve. More

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Although I grew up in California, my favorite autumns were in Massachusetts and Colorado. That first crisp morning, where the light seems to dim, as it contemplates the months ahead, resting in anticipation of the fury and beauty of winter. More

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Falling for the Fall

 

Autumn is transcendent and prescient; I’ve felt and known this since my youth.

That was in Central California, where the summer lasts well into September, gradually and grudgingly giving way to the damp, dripping and darkening third of the year, grapevines waiting to lose their leaves so they can endure the pruning shear.

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Colorful Cooking

 

Asian Slaw and Corn MuffinsOn Labor Day morning, I made a quick trip to my local grocery store to grab a few ingredients for two celebrations. For the first celebration, at my VFW post, hot dogs were the base. I signed up to provide Asian slaw and cornbread muffins. For the second celebration, a pool party at friends’ house, I was committed to provide the Asian slaw as the veggie.

A bit more context:

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We have lots of open days this month. While munching Labor Day left-overs, if any, kindly turn your mind to ideas you might share within the loose framework of the theme. We’ve already had poetry, television history, and food posts. Perhaps someone will answer with a photo essay, or seasonal music. Or share a few […]

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Group Writing: Autumn’s Rainbow

 

There was no rain. There was no wind.
A sunny day’s bright, piercing sky,
And colors that refuse to blend
In trees that wear each hue and dye.

The sky scalded with skeins of crimson:
Sweet sugar maples sing of red,
The green of leaves long left behind.
And excreted over all: the oil of blood.

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Member Post

 

Labor Day, in the USA, is a creation and celebration of the American worker. It stands in stark, deliberate contrast to May Day, the international “workers” day, the center of the communist calendar. I have, once again, hung out an American colors bunting, with white stars in the blue band. The first Labor Day celebration […]

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There are two major monthly Group Writing projects. One is the Quote of the Day project, managed by @vectorman. This is the other project, in which Ricochet members claim one day of the coming month to write on a proposed theme. This is an easy way to expose your writing to a general audience, with […]

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