Harmonious_Echos

*wonders when Muse will appear to chase that Werechicken... 'cause she will. OH YES, she will.

*grammar Nazi...'were' not 'where' in the 2nd to last line? Haha, sorry, can't help it. Two of the Nine Voices are serious perfectionists. I'd like to see more though!

Harmony strolls in looking around her mutely, trying to ignore the effervescent Muse who follows, launching herself at the rubber-egg-laying turban with banshee-like screeches of "IT'S SO FLUFFY!!". Seating her self at a corner table, she gazes out over the crowd, marveling to herself that certain persons have not yet made an appearance. "I suppose that means I'm early", she thought, "but, early for what?".

Snypuier, you are an old flatterer. *smiles* Here's one just for you. Snap and hiss, dance and flick, is it thin or is it thick? flash and slash, scratch and scrape, heaving mud, floating crepe never laugh at a live dragon hitch your horse behind the wagon little girls can lead donkeys loudest screams from smallest monkeys what is life? and what is art? see, we've known it from the start... paint or clay or words or truth, all is art, and we are proof...

That's a really rough first version...I've already re-written parts of it...but for some reason the editor won't let me change that one.

In 1066, the wheel rolled 'round, invisible became visible, the mighty Paradigm uncloaking Drums beat, feet tread to the tune of Feudal lords Until ignorance and Black Death shook them from their marble pedestals, falling, into the courts of the Great Church. Then turn again, schism, corruption, ripped the Church in twain, pursued, believers fled to foreign soil to start again; but overhead the Papal Cross, and Crown spread grasping hands. Around again, The foreign soil claimed as Hearth and Home, plowshares turned to swords, across the land and Crown and Cross, flung back across the sea, relinquished, by necessity, their hold. Then sat they down, the Leaders of us all, the Mighty Paradigm they took to heart, considered, searched, and fell upon a goal; they turned that wheel 'twards a steep uphill route, and slowed its turning, with the Power of Faith. Now I see more-- the slope's progression rises, but our Wheel has turned aside. It twists and jerks along the rocky ground off of the path, along a downhill slide --I fear I see a cliff! And yet I ride-- chained to the Mighty Paradigm, with baited breath, for, are we chained to life? Or is it death?

Wow, I could ponder on this one. Or write an entire short-story. Very nicely done!

John Cougar Mellencamp, "small town". It's not too bad.

Meh. All art is art!! Whether you read it, stare at it, listen to it, or read it...even eat it. Which I do. I don't just write poems, I bake 'art cakes' which as anyone who has tasted one will tell you, are definitely ART.

Kick. I'm told I have a killer roundhouse (as I should, I'm a brown-belt)... Ice sculpture or sugar?

Hello again beautiful people! I wrote a haiku, and I just HAD to add more to it...I know, too much of a good thing, spoils it. Can't help it...I'm just not satisfied with only 17 syllables. Twilight in the afternoon, Grey skies hint at a bitter cold; Summer's dance is done, Fall's in the wings Tying on her slippers with ribbons of gold While Winter takes a spin-- crystal-bright, she touches us all with a breathless sweetness that cuts like a knife.

Wow, a lot of dark, and grey, and cold...wonder if winter's coming? (duh). Summer's gone, Fall's in the wings, catching her breath-- as, Winter takes spin.

Snypiuer has my meaning--'lone' was to indicate they were 'lonely', pairs of lights for each lone car; but 'lonely' didn't fit so well...

You're all too kind. It could still use some re-writing...

Funny you should say that--I wrote this for my husband, when he was taking a job driving a big rig... irony!

These were based on events I experienced with my daughter...yes, she is totally fine, not hurt at all, & really I am the only one who remembers! Kids...

Thanks!! I'm glad you liked it! I had fun writing it too...

Just re-posting a note on here...anyone else want to read this feel free...

Little Anne loved hopscotch. He brother told her she was dumb, to like such an old-fashioned game, but she loved it anyway. It was just hopping and counting; it was so simple! Not like riding her motor scooter. She'd had enough of trying to make that dumb thing work. Right now it was laying on its side in the garage, pickled in its nasty-smelling oils & fluids that had seeped out after she'd crashed it into the wall. Yes--she definitely thought it best to leave it alone. Cloud, Gremlin, Prestidigitary

WOw. Great use of the randomness factor... Also, loving the underlying storyline that holds up nicely, despite the coughing abyss and the undead Fred... LOL.

A Green Lady picture

Here's another "muirex" picture

Thanks, Tinkerer! You're a lifesaver. Everyone enjoy the picture I added to the first post.

Not really--this site won't let me use Facebook as a valid photo url site, and that's the only other place I put pictures online.

Any suggestions for bettering it? I'd like to publish this on soon, if I can--possibly as a kid's book with illustrations (I've already made one!). I'd have to cut out a lot of the decriptions, but that's OK, since the pictures would show all I needed to describe...and I think it might make a neat little story. I don't foresee Muirex ever going back to Fractal, but maybe some other place someday? She seems to have a sort of affinity for other-worldy planes. By the way, how do I post pictures to this site? I'd like to post the illustration I made for this story, but can't seem to find a way to post it.