Your word this week is
SNAKE
Many people are frightened of snakes. I find them fascinating. But this word has many meanings aside from being the name of a reptile. It can be used to describe someone who is treacherous or a person who is flexible and has snake hips. It has different meanings in different cultures, positive and negative. What does this week’s prompt word mean to you?
Fact or fiction, prose or poetry, I would love to read your thoughts on this week’s prompt, but there’s no obligation to share your writing. Here is the work you shared on the last prompt CLASSIC.
Tour to My Refrigerator
My refrigerator in the kitchen is a classic refrigerator that was originally for my maternal grandparents, who purchased it somewhere in the early 2000s. Fast forward to this day, and it still works, although it went through multiple repairs, such as door repairs.
It has two vertical doors, which open by pulling their handle by hand. The amber light will turn on so that you can see what’s inside. The two sides are magnetic, so you can put sticky notes, magnetic smilies, or even magnetic words to write poetry in it.
The left door is the freezer, which has five slots, as well as two extra slots that you can open and close by pulling their door. The freezer is where we store our frozen food, such as meat, chicken, and peas. It also has a manual ice maker where you pour water on the pieces, and put it on one of the slots.
The right door gives you access to the refrigerator where we keep our food fresh, such as leftovers. Not only that, but we also store some ingredients, like raw nuts, sauces (like ketchup, mayonnaise, barbecue sauce, mustard, and hot sauce), fruits, and vegetables. Like the freezer, we have five slots, as well as two extra slots that can be opened and closed.
The two doors also have six slots, totalling twelve slots, and we use them to store sauces and other things.
Despite it being more than 20 years old, it still works properly with no problems. We won’t be purchasing a new refrigerator unless our current one no longer works beyond repair.
Classic Thoughts
I do not know what “classic” means.
Perhaps it means the stuff
I do not do, nor ever would,
not even if I thought I should…
I think I’ve said enough.
Wilf Leahy:
“Do you come here often?” he asked the lovely lady.
“Oh my god, that’s classic! Go away you silly little man,” she replied.
A classic gentleman’s accessory
Worn by icons throughout history –
Churchill, Chaplin and Astair –
And it’s something I’d wear…
But how to tie one’s a mystery to me!
Lou By The Sea:
Got to write a classic
Gotta write it in the attic
Must be the funniest song lyrics ever written.
What else could that second line have been?
Going back in time to Jurassic
But that sounds a bit drastic
Better real than plastic
My throat hurts- it’s thoracic
Babe, I’m an addict now
An addict for your love
But it’s all about being an addict
So…
Whatever
In a classic move Starpup sold off his rocket ship and disappeared into the woods of Halloween Hollow where he sat up a makeshift tent and broke out the crystal ball he so often gazes into. What Starpup found was another case of the future that maybe should be forfend in a post like this
Attributes?
Collectively
Literature, arts,
Architecture
Simple beautiful
Statuary carved in marble
Incredible quality
Confucius idealism
Classic
Consider this
Flannel in winter
Sunflowers in the summer;
Nature
Rall:
a classic car enthusiast
told me
he loved me even more
than his bentley continental
i knew then
he was mine
ten fingers
trying
to liberate music
Classics
Ah, classics have long histories.
Their value clearly proven “True”.
A “forest” spared of trendy “trees”.
Ah, classics have long histories.
But for an ignorant ‘blind’ ease,
Of witless spurning them as “new”.
Ah, classics have long histories.
Their value clearly proven “True”.
Seasons Of Mists
I struggled with this one – hence the late posting.
I’d vaguely hovered around my husband’s love of classic cars before abanadoning the idea. (A stable of them close to our Fenland home were hired out to production companies. He practically drooled whenever one passed our house on its way to a filming.)
But this morning, on our walk, the park was overhung with mist, and immediately John Keats’ To Autumn came to mind: a classic poem beloved of the UK’s English teachers.
Sadly I didn’t think to take a photo until we were through the park and the mist was rising. I love hazy autumn mornings, with the promise of sun waiting behind the mist and Christmas on the horizon, with still enough time to prepare for it.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
You can easily find the rest of the poem online.
From it’s opening phrase, this immediately conjures up the vision of ripe, bulging produce, harvest festivals and… autumn. It almost has our mouths watering.
The classic poets managed to rhyme almost casually while finding the words to create an atmosphere of its own. I prefer to rhyme my verses, but there is a danger that the struggle to rhyme dominates my choice of words, resulting in doggerel. Whenever I try for something more lyrical I end up sounding mock-archaic or more purple than poetic.
I woke up last week and with no warning my Classic Editor was gone. Yup G-O-N-E gone. Got a hold of a happiness engineer who gave me all kinds of wrong suggestions to fix the problem. Two days later Classic was back. Gotta love WP.
Gone are the days of being able to identify a car by its shape and sound. The modern mini is nothing like the 1965 vehicle I owned, and I remember my 1966 Ford Anglia (and its registration number) with fondness.
All classic vehicles. All wonderful, full of personality and even more importantly, pure class.
Susan Batten:
In “the big school”, that is, the county grammar school, I trembled in my stiff new uniform – and went to my first classes in Latin.
After only six weeks, we moved house (vagaries of the property market). I had to change schools, throwing aside my new uniform, new school books, new friendships – and Latin. In its place came modern German – I scrambled to catch up.
I wonder sometimes what my life would have been like without that house move. Instead of leaving school with a love for modern languages, would I have become a classicist, destined to take “Greats” at university?
I doubt it. Even back then at the start of the seventies, the study of the classics – ancient Greece and Rome and their languages and culture, seemed frowsty and forgotten. Who wanted to study a dead language, we asked with youthful disdain.
But the study of Greats or the Classics, as Ancient Greek and Latin are known, is still alive and well in modern universities and these interdisciplinary studies of the ancient world are seen as complementary for new generations of art historians, archeologists, architects and others who feel they can learn from past societies.
Only now, when the “Common Market” I looked forward to in my university years has come and gone (like an empire) and I have time to muse, do the “Classics” begin to appeal.
Some Things Never Grow Old
They call it classic when the years have passed,
When something beautiful was built to last.
A melody, a story, a familiar refrain,
That takes us back through time again.
From Vivaldi’s strings to a pounding beat,
To dancing all night on tired feet.
The nineties called, and I answered with pride,
With Mr. Vain playing, I was ready to ride!
A classic film, a favourite book,
An old photograph deserves another look.
A thousand memories, both laughter and tears,
Treasures collected throughout the years.
Some classics hang in galleries grand,
Some come from a poet’s trembling hand.
Others are songs that refuse to fade,
Or precious memories that time has made.
And growing older? Well, here’s the twist,
We’re becoming classics on somebody’s list!
A little more vintage, perhaps a touch rare,
But still with the music and plenty of flair.
So turn up the volume, let the memories flow,
Dance like we did all those years ago.
For age is a number, but joy is fantastic—
And darling, we’re not getting old. We’re becoming classic!
My Classic Cars
I went through a period after I graduated from college and before I got married where I drove what I consider to be a series of classic British roadsters. These ranged from a Sunbeam Alpine, an Austin Healey 3000, an MG Midget, a Triumph Spitfire, and a Jaguar XK150.
Of these, my favorite was the Austin Healey 3000, while my least favorite was the Jaguar XK150. More recently my wife and I owned two “new generation” Mini Coopers, although these weren’t the classic British-made Minis. They were the BMW contemporary models. The convertible was manufactured in Oxford, England, but the Countryman was built in Germany.
We also owned some “classic” cars from America and other countries, including a Chevy Corvair, a Suzuki Samurai, a Mercury Capri, a Saab 900 Turbo, a BMW 325i convertible, a Porsche 944, a Datsun 240Z, and a Mitsubishi 3000GT.
Yes, we have owned a lot of cars, many of which are considered to be classic cars, and some that were anything but classic.
And now we are down to sharing one, small Hyundai electric SUV, which may be our last car.
Dead Right And Dead Wrong
In the half-lit cemetery I hear the classic sighs,
I tiptoe by gravestones, the owls roll their eyes,
‘I’m absolutely right!’ I boast loudly to the dead,
Then stumble on a root and crack my bloody head,
So here I lie, lifeless, completely undone –
Beneath an old tombstone – now isn’t that dead wrong!
“You always want to fix things after I stop wanting them,” Sia said gently.
Marc stared at her, waiting for the familiar tears, the trembling voice, the desperate plea for him to stay. He was the classic delusional boyfriend, convinced that no matter how badly he treated her, Sia would always come running back. He had seen this scene a hundred times before. He would hurt her, she would threaten to leave, and he would wait for her to beg him to stay.
She always did.
At least, she always had.
Marc had mistaken her patience for weakness and her forgiveness for permission. Every time she stayed, he pushed a little further, testing just how far he could go before she finally broke. He had grown so comfortable with her love that he believed losing her was never a real possibility.
But somewhere between his empty apologies and broken promises, Sia had grown tired of being the classic submissive girlfriend who kept forgiving, waiting, and begging for the bare minimum.
Now, she wasn’t angry. She wasn’t crying. She wasn’t even asking him to change.
She was simply done.
For the first time, Marc understood that it was truly over. He reached for her hand, but she stepped away.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“I know,” she replied softly. “But I’m not waiting for you to mean it anymore.”
Then she left.
Marc stood frozen, waiting for the moment she would turn around. Waiting for her to change her mind. Waiting, as he had always expected her to, for love to make her stay.
But Sia never looked back.
Marc had always believed he could lose her a hundred times and still win her back on the hundred-and-first.
He never imagined that one day, she would stop playing.
And just like that, the classic story of a man realizing a woman’s worth only after losing her became his own.
Only this time, there would be no second chance.
Spring Trains
north winds in the ninth
nature’s fall classic pinch-hits
in the south, spring trains
Modern Physics Is Fundamentally Different From Classic Physics
Classical physics and modern physics represent two major phases in our understanding of how the universe works. Classical physics includes fields such as classical mechanics, electromagnetism, optics, and thermodynamics. Modern physics include relativity and quantum mechanics. However, relativity is often said to be classical physics as well as modern physics.
In classical physics time and space are independent of the observers, objects can have exact positions and velocities, and if you measure them precisely you can make exact predictions. Furthermore, energy and matter are continuous. In relativity time and space are relative, and there is no universal now. The order of events depends on the observer and energy and mass are interchangeable. In quantum physics particles do not have a specific positions or velocities, they behave as both particles and waves, and energy is quantized. In quantum physics you have probabilities instead of certainties. The electrons (and other particles) in atoms are described as probability clouds (see picture above). Classical physics and modern physics are very different.
To read more and for some excellent diagrams to demonstrate, click here
Ladyleemanila:
Wish I could stretch one day
With all the magic
Even when day is grey
Or even tragic
With all the magic
Coupled with words and scents
Modern or classic
Unrelenting events
Even when day is grey
Stirs emotion
Face the world without end
And without potion
Or even tragic
No sense of rejection
Not problematic
Space for affection
The Elephant’s Trunk:
Escaping the castle felt like running a grueling marathon. The prisoner ate a sweet wild cherry for energy and wiped sweat and blood from his nose. A classic wooden carriage stood in the moonlight. A startled bat fluttered out from the old belfry as the prisoner scrambled inside the carriage. Pulling a red silk ribbon, he secured the door. The road stretched out ahead; freedom was finally within his grasp.
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