Abra, ohhhhhh, that frog is------- ohhhh, good stuff!

Yeah, what she said, just back that truck up a bit and look a little deeper before you bounce on that trampoline of conclusions. Nicely done!

I'm gonna read this a few more times ---- I've been worried, 'bout 'chu Luuuucy and from the looks of this, so have a few others, hmmmmm.

cheek please,

Another awesome point of this castle ---- The minute we post and let other hearts in, We All WIN!!!!

cool your jets, fusion. It might be a few days or maybe sooner, I just wanted to find the thread for him, so he didn't have to troll through days of writes to find it,

artman and his painting - he just has to figure out how to load the pic - WHOOT!

Yey, she's done. Bump for a friend's review.

Think, focus on the Garden ---
Whoosh, landed off balance and bumped
Into Willow, “Ohhh, I beg your pardon!”

Willow and the breeze
Politely dipped and bowed, forgiving me
As I sauntered through the gate.

“This garden was word painted into being
For another and all that you are seeing
Was created by Lurch’s_Sister.

Lovely hues
Of greens and blues
Dance throughout this place.

Clouds billow and waft
Chasing fears and woes
From hearts that need a break.

On these grounds,
Life abounds,
No matter how the winds may shift.

It’s always seeded
With all that’s needed.
C’mon in, relax, and drift.”

These words quoted above
Were carved on a plaque in the shape of a dove.
(Greeting all in case Sprite or Sister weren’t here.)

How did I know that last line?
It wasn’t written, but popped into my mind.
Cleared of all thought, except critters, off to the stables, I fly.

Landing in a wallowed out kind of a trench,
Face to face with myself, Differentkindofwench.
Why hang out in the muck and the stench?

Lessons in cleansing and transmutation
Cannot be completed without exploration.
Sometimes ya gotta just sift through the junk!

“Ding, Ding” - did ya hear that ring?
Who could this be on this most wondrous thing?
Cycles upon cycles interconnected into onto one big wheel in a whorl.
None other than fantabulous, ArtGurl!

Happily I wave at her ch'it eaten grin
'Til the next time, I ramble on in!

Soft, gently stirring mmmmm-nicely done, writer......

So many flip or glib things come to mind to say, but nope, now is NOT the time for that. Oh yeah, they may make you laugh; but, this was too touching - nicely done, fusion!

Well written ((((Kace))))

Continuation....

I walked along and pondered
All I had seen, not noting where I wandered.
Didn’t notice ‘til I stopped, my walk had led downward.

Funny how when you let go
You’ll get where you need to without your control.
Another set of steps with cool air blowing forth.

Forward and downward, I went
Continuing my course crouched in descent.
(The ceiling kept getting lower.)

Finally, I came to a dirt cellar
Containing an average in height fellar
(The only thing “average” about him, I later learned.)

Yes, here was the kiln’s man,
Going by the name, S1owhand.
His writings grace these walls.

He’ll give just a tid bit,
Such as, “the bricks are held with ink and spit,
With blood and pure grit - now figure out where you fit.”

He may say it in English or perhaps in Latin,
Never missing a beat, continually shapin and slappin’
Together his next creative work. You’ll learn.

Our whole conversation
Bypassed my education,
So in search of reference, I galloped.

From the deep underground,
I kept spinning around
His words, so I wouldn’t forget.

Now upward, I tromped
Enjoying my romp
Ever upward in Castle Pen.

Into a round room of the left tower,
With discovered parchment and ink, I scoured
My memory of all it fought to retain.

With S1low’s words safely written down,
I could now look around,
BOOKS/LIBRARY/heaven - I fainted dead away.
“C’mon and rise up,
Ya knowledge seeking pup”,
I heard before ----

“Uggg-tooo-wahhhh splutter, splutter,” the water hit my face.
Flashing eyes opened
Searching for who had just spoken.

My temper now steaming.
All I saw was wooden shelves gleaming.
I couldn’t resist stroking the grain.

“I’m not that easy
Stop stroking so hard, it’s not pleasing!”,
The book-kace growled at me.

“Mother Mary Margaret, the KACE is alive!” I yelped
And jumped AWAY from that talking shelf,
Desperately in need of a weapon.

“You could always talk me to death”,
He said under his breath.
“Shape shift“, I nagged, “you gnarly old beam.”

He did and there before me
Was, a book in himself, kc003.
He bowed and said,

“In the flesh and at your service,
sorry, Wenchiepo-erson, never knew you to be nervous!”
“You’re gonna witness a shrieking shrew, brother of mine”,

I growled, quite irked.
“Oh, quit whining and get down to work”,
He said through an irritating smirk.

As he suggested, I got down to it
Defining and incorporating s1owhand’s wisdom and wit.
Hours later, time to relax in that garden outside.

Robbed of rubber tipped protectors, insanity breeds nasty greed upon which stagnation feeds trapped in muck no hero wishes to pluck.


Sorry rambling thoughts - still don't feel better do ya, Lex. Well written, your's that is, lol!

<<<<<<runs around in squirrel circles, picking up nut shells in disgust. NUTS empty of MEAT - tosses 'em aside>>>>>>>>>starts to scamper off, but WAIT, what ifffffffff<<<<<<<stomps back to the empty shells. Picks them up. Looks at the shells, looks down at the softness of the ground, looks back at the shells and begins placing them to form a path. Yesssss, everything has purpose and use.

Only the beginning, 3 down, 4 to go with innumerably more who grace this place.

Through the mists of minds
In a parallel time,
I stumbled upon the gate.

A drawbridge of sorts,
Lifting with chuckles and snorts
Revealed a glow, which beckoned me in.

With an excited puppy wriggle,
And a few nervous giggles,
I happily scampered inside.

The medieval sight
Of a debonair knight
Blinded my senses to all else.

Then like magic he shifted,
“Abracadabra”, he wheezed in a whisper,
“feel free to explore at your whim.”

Then a door creaked
I looked up, as a face peaked
Through the iron railing above.

He howled with glee,
“Just to your right, you silly,
Climb those stairs and step up to me.

Or use your mind
If you don’t mind that type of exercise
And fly up, toot sweet!”

With no thought in my brain,
But to join him and maintain
My sanity ------

Whoooosh, up I went
Suspended in mid air
in front of him.

“How do I land?”
He laughed, “Just think stand!”
I did and my feet eased to the floor.

He said, “I’m D4,
Words and life, I explore,
Welcome to Castle Pen.”

Castle Pen? An odd name.
He then explained,
“We’re a family of writers.

We each have our oddities
As well as our specialties
And sometimes keep to our own den.

Hence, we are withheld
And released
Through some form of a pen.”

With a deep courtly bow,
He vanished and I wondered, “what now?”
Then entered the room he had left.

Ohhhh, my soul be blessed
I had entered a nest
Of pictures gracing the walls.

Graphic memories they stirred
And beneath them were words
Of a path walker’s attest.

Lost in a picture,
I barely heard a throat clear
And turned to look for the source.

A gentle smile under
Eyes filled with wonder
Met my startled gaze.

“Pray, do take a seat
Your heart’s discombobulated in beat,
As the pulse at your throat doth portray.

This“------with a wide sweep of his hand-----
“Is my Gallery and I’m DaveyB;
I think it the best in the land.”

“Have you been all these places
With these the outward faces
Of emotions held deeply inside?”

With a sharp look
and deep sigh
DaveyB slowly replied,

“I will tell you this,
You curious miss
Whose thoughts innocently pry.

If you look real deep
Inside this keep,
The master kiln’s man you’ll find.”

Goose bumps up my arms crawled,
As he leaned on and then faded into the wall;
“Oy vay,” I exclaimed, “this place is a treat!”

“Treat, retreat, repeat”
I strolled out the door
Mumbling, “out of my head D4.”

Artistic flare at its best!

Very nice, Sir Davey!

Bravo on the quick step up and catching of a minx flung gauntlet. Me, hmmm, I'm still swimming in the moat looking for that angle of introduction.

Fadedspirit is his screen name and yes, I miss him and his writes. He usually pops in now and again when he can. He is well, like you're fusion and aptly named, faded picked a screen name he may believe himself to be, but I believe he is the exact opposite of his name.