I can hardly believe it is once again Words Crush Wednesday #WCW. My how time flies when we’re not paying attention! Speaking of paying attention, this week in class we are learning about various techniques that are meant to help us remember facts, lists, names, etc. It is all very complicated with names like the Number-Rhyme System (which I don’t understand at all) and the Number-Shape Method (which I get but cannot seem to implement), the Alphabet System, The Journey Method, The Roman Room Method and that’s just to name a few. But wait, if that’s not sufficient then mix them together to create a compound memory technique that works for your brain! Continue reading
My Love, I love his love excites me. I love My Love his love uplifts me. My Love, I love his love strengthens me. I love My Love his love holds true. My Love, I love that I love you.
Eloise, a young amazing poet challenged me to write a poem of love in ten lines. And of course, being a challenge, I had to accept it… eventually. I say eventually because her challenge was issued four months ago. Won’t she be surprised when she sees this pop up on her feed!
And of course, there are “rules” and I know ya’ll know how I feel about rules by now! If you don’t know my philosophy on blogging rules just go to my Trophies and Awards page and choose a post!
So here are the rules, for those of you who must follow them:
Here are the rules of the challenge:
) Write about love using only 10 lines.
2) Use “love” in each line.
3) Each line can only be 4 words long.
4) Nominate others who are up for the challenge.
5) Let them know about the challenge.
6) Title the post, Love in Ten Lines.
7) Include a quote about love.
8) Tag the post ‘ten’.
And because I am familiar with so many wonderful poets, I will break my own, no nominations rule and nominate:
Kim at A New Perspective Perhaps
Jarrod at The Haunted Lullaby
Deanne at Deanne’s World
Joel at Joys of Joel
Kurt at THE BIG HOUSE and other stories
Okay, so one thing which always holds true is that I love words. I am not usually a big talker, in fact, I tend to think of myself more as a listener. But anyone can turn me on my head, like flipping a coin, just by giving me a soda pop, a cup of Joe, or some good old fashioned alcohol… that’s right, all it takes is a little giddy-up in my cup and my mouth is off and running full-speed ahead… for… hours… and hours… and hours! My family hates it. My friends hate it. And me, well, I think it is kinda fun.
I’m not a summarizer, I’m a blabberer!