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fitting an impatience-with- ambiguity mind,as a Victorian buttonedglove a slenderlimbed clairvoyant, notea crescent of a newmoon can sweep incisive aboveeven as blade'sabout to come unhinged below usual horizon -must be a scythe slicingcertainty at groundlevel, cutting certaintyroot & all
Woah! Glorious commentary as always, Anon.Four very different little stories, Ms.M. Wonderfully observed.I'm almost glad I have no idea what that tool might be used for. The image of Jack Nicholson as the mad dentist in the original Little Shop of Horrors comes uncomfortably to mind.
Excellent poem, Anon, as always. Thank you...Dive: You're right; they are like 4 little stories. That tool looked creepy to me even before you mentioned Dr. Wilbur Force (Nicholson plays maniacs so well, doesn't he?) It also looks like it could be a murder weapon right out of an English cozy.
I did not see all the latent evil in that wrench. Gas wrench maybe? Anyway, I think the feather is lovely, and you probably got it in three.
Thanks, Altadenahiker. I happened to find the feather at the moment the sun caught it. Because the tool has a sharp-looking edge on top, it looks a little dangerous to some of us. Maybe it's a paint scraper?
Honestly, the first thing that came to mind was "bottle opener."Anonymous, you always come up with something interesting. I like stopping by here to see what has inspired Ms. M, and therefore what Ms. M. has posted to inspire you.Happy Thanksgiving, Ms. M.
Thank you, Petrea. Anon thanks you too :)
What Petrea said. Love this. When my kids were in elementary school, we rode the subway there (always in the first car), and kept a list of the random things we saw on the tracks—my favorite: an entire fish. Never anything this colorful or photogenic, though. (BTW, my WV is gawk—seems apropos.)
Hi Alexa, and thanks! That's interesting about seeing an entire fish on the tracks. And gawk seems very apropos!
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