4/27 Beginning and Ending the Same

How about a Poem or Story that starts and ends with the same sentence?

Hey, this is a great idea, Sue! Boy, what a challenge too. Gonna be tough.

Crawling cautiously along the floor
with amazing grace for her age
she used all her given strength
to command her body to accept
the position she had seen of others.
Meagerly with no co-ordination
she set off from her new found stance
for an adventure of...
Crawling cautiously along the floor.

Marvelous! Very good, miss Sue:-) You've showed us the way . . . thanks!.

Very nice Bev, see it wasn't that hard !

AWESOME gals.....I'll give it try but I don't think I can write one as well as you gals did.... :/ :)

HEY Dori!
I know you say you're in a slump, but I know you are capable too:-) I want you to try this . . . choose a generic beginning phase. That's the key. You get the right beginning (think of a phrase that can begin AND end like: the cat jumped very high) and that's half the battle! Try it . . .

hugs, bev

PS: this is NOT a competition of whose better than . . ."-)

Hey Auntie Bev,
I'll give it a try....after I eat, yeah I know just my way of tell you and Sue that you about write AWESOMELY !
You know I think I have a poem, thanks :)
I miss the smiley's lol

Well, bring it on, Dori:-) Smileys . . . well, I'm trying to get you authors to articulate yourselves with words, lol! I do miss the gaping mouth dude, though.

I'm just sitting down to eat supper (biscuits and ham gravy) but when done I'll write that poem for Sue..my Daffodils are in bloom and have a few on my table, I'll TRY and write about daffodils....Ok so this time we have to use MIND power to write lol

Cool! Betcha can . . . think: FLOWER POWER! Course, biscuits and gravy sound good too:-)

I'm trying for one about the daffodils I picked from my garden and put them on my table I lost my thinking cap so gonna have to try and think without it....gonna sleep on this one, been a while since I wrote a poem...

Hey, this is a good poem Peter, but it might be in the wrong place. The beginning and ending line are supposed to be the same.

Sue's line: Crawling cautiously along the floor
Mine: In palest moonlight Beth emerges.

Can you make the first and last line of this poem be the same?

She sat and thunked throughtout the day,
her thinking cap she had lost.
she walked and thunked about what to write,
ut the words would never come.

By the end of the day, she had thunked so hard
that her brain just went to sleep, for she'd
sat and thunk throughout the day her thinking
cap she had lost.

That's MY best !

Okay sweet Dori, mind if I lend a hand? You have it nailed except in the presentation, and a couple word alterations. Let's take a look see.

Here's what you have so far:

She sat and thunk throught out the day for her thinking cap she had lost, she walked and thinked about what she will write but the words would never come, by the end of the day she had thanked so hard that her brain went to sleep for she...........
Sat and thunk through out the day for her thinking cap she had lost...

Wonder what would happen if we made the lines shortened by breaking up the sentences a bit? Wonder also how it would look if it were formatted into verses?

Maybe something like this:

She sat and thunk throughout the day,
for her thinking cap she had lost.
She walked and thunk about what she would write, (internal 'near' rhyme!)
but the words would never come.

By the end of the day, she had thunked so hard
that her brain just went to sleep, for she'd
sat and thunk throughout the day,
for her thinking cap she had lost.

Hey, I think it's cute as baby pickles:-) Almost like a wee nursery rhyme. Way to go, Dori!

The story go on, nothin' never change in Montpelier.
That the way it is here, Miz Fanny.
Other day, 'ol Sandy O'brannon fell off the step
behind Miz Slappy Five & Dime.
He hain't hurt hisself much,
just his pride.
His eye caught hold a Miss Jenny,
the new mam in town -
she has her a baby called Luther,
and not no sign of her a man.
She be fearsome pretty, Miz Fanny,
out of Sandy's league,
wearing that summer sleeveless
with grape-colored flowers sprawled like wild sweetpea.
Clyde Hanson saw it all, he did.
Rushed a Buick LeSabre
just to open the door for Miss Jenny.
She don't nod much.
Folks round here don't cotton to her neither.
Knocked a loose tooth ajar, ol' Sandy did,
but he say it be worth it. He say,
"That gal slip of a dress caught the breeze and got me awonderin.
Cain't hep it, showin' leg like that should be illigal, but I glaaad it ain't!"

Town Council voted to tear down
old Cobb's place out on Highway 16.
They knowed squatter Joe been keepin' the place
like he promised Miz Watkins afore she died.
Been three years . . .
squatter Joe done her right,
'cept he hain't got no money ta keep up them taxes.
They say they obliged to 'remove' Joe next week,
less'n he come up with 467 dollar and 93 cent.
Joe hain't seen no money like that
since his pap died in nineteen-and-sixty-one.
Joe old, Joe cain't work no more.

My little sis start school Monday.
Me'n Tom don't go no more 'cuz we
big and strong, help daddy.
We tag along up and back, though.
The woods is a scary thing ta my little sis.
Sheriff Barker ain't found that bastard killed widow Plait's girl.
Some say he be a ghost. Some say he the devil hisself.

I promise I write you ever once in a blue moon.
Momma send her love and wish you move home,
cuz she lonesome now you gone.
I miss you too.

Love, Tom
PS: Like I said,
the story go on, nothin' never change in Montpelier.

© 4.28.2011 by BC Williams

I saw a man who waited there
he said he wanted to eat a pear
he said an apple it might do
so at the fruit stall he did wait
I saw a man who waited there
he picked an apple not a pear
he was just waiting there.
he picked some grapes and other fruit
I saw a man who waited there

Very GOOD, Freddie! Thank you so much:-) Ummm, I need a banana now . . .

Thanks Bev for helpin me with my little old poem, I like said brain just isn't working just right this a days (sorry read your story and I got the "talkin" down in my head and cain't seem to be getting them out) lol
I'll change this one too, thanks again :)

He He I changed it

It was early in the morning when I read it lol

Dori wrote:Thanks Bev for helpin me with my little old poem, I like said brain just isn't working just right this a days (sorry read your story and I got the "talkin" down in my head and cain't seem to be getting them out) lol
I'll change this one too, thanks again :)

Well, ya cain't be too careful these daz, gal. Yep, ya knowed I be pullin' for ya, hopin' you'd straighten up and fly like a perdy bluebird whistlin' in the wind. Jest keep yer eyes peeled fer rhymes of many kinds:-) Hear?

You knows me, I'd be heppy jest to have a lil heelp from ya, dang nabit now see whait ya gonna me inta doin ! ha ha
I be a watchin fer 'em you can bet yor corn wiskey on that a one.
Ya know this here is fun ! lol
iffen you look in you PM I asked ya fer some heelp with yet another one, I's totally boggled ova it.

This here is one that I wrote sometime ago..