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Your prompt for Tuesday January 12th
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This week our prompt is part of the opening line of A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times
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Use all or part of it within your poem or prose, and then leave the url of your post with Mister Linky and a comment
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haven't participate in awhile, sorry about that, not sure of this current prompt, I've never read the book and never did like these lines
ReplyDeleteAnd I am one who loves these lines, but don't like how it's almost become a cliche. I guess using them in different ways - especially poetically - may divert/undermine the cliche profile! Hopefully!
ReplyDeleteThese lines resulted in this poem which is a reminiscent of my late grandfather's voice.
ReplyDeleteMaybe it all depended on whether you were running the guillotine or under it.
ReplyDeleteThanks Keith, had fun with this!
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I kept thinking of the lines from that old Simon and Garfunkel tune: Time it was, oh what a time it was, it was... a time of innocence; a time of confidences...
ReplyDeleteThe image with this is my father-in-law, just after his wife died of brain cancer; you can see the plants -- and he -- are beginning to look neglected.
I haven't written for this in a while. I am sorry for that. I will be trying to be more consistent now.
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