Manual

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The Writer’s Workshop is open to anyone and everyone. Here’s how you can join us:
Choose one of the prompts (or as many as you want) and write a post that addresses that prompt.
Publish your post on Thursday (or earlier or later).
Leave a comment on this post with the URL of the post on your blog. If you’re a WordPress user, you may use a pingback to do this (just be sure it’s there when you do so).
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It all started with a cute manual typewriter when I was fourteen years old, a freshman in high school and my first typing class. I was addicted, loved the clinking sound of the keys that I pushed down, practicing for hours. I continued the classes and used my skill in other classes, deciding on a business career. I wanted to be a journalist or executive secretary—that was my choice because at that time you had to choose between college, business or vocation, etc and classes did not deviate from that schedule.

As a result I also took and excelled at stenography which was handy in lecture classes. That led to taking tests and found they were my strengths. My first job was for the USACRREL. The first typewriter I used there was an electric with a skittering ball zooming back and forth printing. The manual I learned on was stored to use at home. I still miss the actual sound of the keys.

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Writer’s Workshop Prompts for March 7, 2024

dVerse Poets

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Write a poem in response to this challenge and post it on your blog.
• Link or tag this page in your blog post.
• Enter your name and a link directly to your poem by clicking Mr. Linky below and remember to check the little box to accept the use/privacy policy.
• You will find links to other poets and more will join, so please do check back later in order to enjoy and comment on their poems.

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The swing a salvation

Flying high

Over grass and leaves and swamp

Seeing birds perched on cattails

Freedom sitting on an old wood plank

Grasping worn rope lengths secured

Wishing you could join the birds in flight

Away from all troubles

Swinging was closeness achieved.

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Poetics: Young and Green

Ovi Poetry – School

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The Ovi are in general, lyrical folk songs expressing love, social irony, and heroic events. They are written in the following scheme. 4 line stanzas, as few as one stanza and up to as many as you like. 8 syllables or less per line. Rhyming is AAAb. The second stanza would be CCCd. The third, EEEf. And so on. 

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being in high school junior class

never too soon for APs pass

testing for colleges amass

important choices loom

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Ovi Poetry Challenge 38: SCHOOL is your inspiration.

“Now for something different“

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From NPR.org:

Japanese architect Riken Yamamoto was born in 1945 to civilian parents in Beijing, China. His engineer father was part of an occupying workforce. When the family moved back to Japan in 1947, it was to a Tokyo that had largely been reduced to rubble in the last days of World War II.

Riken Yamamoto “aims to dignify, enhance and enrich the life of individuals — from children to elders — and their social connections,” reads the Pritzker Prize jury citation. It concludes: He reminds us that “in architecture, as in democracy, spaces must be created by the resolve of the people.”

One of Yamamoto’s most magical buildings might be the transparent firehouse he designed in Hiroshima. “The place is especially popular with children,” the architect allowed. “They like to see the fireman training.” 

It’s covered in glass louvres, so you can see the firefighters’ activities from the outside. 

The façade, walls and floors of the Hiroshima Nishi Fire Station are all constructed of glass.

A central atrium in the Hiroshima Nishi Fire Station spotlights the work and training of the firefighters. A lobby and terrace are open for public use.

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Simply Six Minutes

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Sitting silent, waiting for something

The edge of adventure hoped for

Will it be at the end of this path

Will a white sail suddenly appear on the water

I sit and wait, dream of what might be

The moonlight suddenly glistens on a figure walking towards me

The anxious anticipation visible in my thumping chest

Could this be the wish granted on a falling star?

And then I see it, a shiny metal badge that comes with a warning voice:

“Ma’am you can’t be out here. The park closed at nine.”

I stand up, my shoes carried in my hand and say hello to reality., again.

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Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 03/05/2024