We scrambled just yesterday and today, there is dash. Can slouch and stumble be far behind?
What’s with the Daily Post’s sudden concern for various styles of walking?
I am far past scrambling. Barring a life and death emergency, my dogs may scamper — and they do it with style and elegance — but I will not. My dashing days are done and gone, but I’m pretty sure I have some slouching and a good deal of stumbling left for my future.
Or, as William Butler Yeats put it,
Categories: #Writing, Literature, poem, Poetry
I was wondering the same thing when I saw today’s prompt. First “scamper” and then “dash.” I was going to note that in my response, as you did. But then I decided to go with a bit of flash fiction involving Morese code, as in dashes and dots. Anyway, good post. Like you, my dashing and scampering days are behind me.
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I cannot remember my last scamper, but my last dash was in 1990 trying to get my connecting flight to Boston out of San Francisco. That was it for dashing!
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“Morese code.” Let’s try that again. “Morse code.” Yes, much better!
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I knew that. I can read through typos. This is good because I make so MANY.
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I was hoping to see some scampering by Gibbs & Bonnie.
Leslie
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Yesterday, the scampered. Today, they seem to be mostly sound asleep. I wish I could join them!
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A nap sounds good right about now. I have meatballs in the oven that I have to watch.
Leslie
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love this poem, it seems to always be hauntingly apt, no matter the situation out there.
Definitely, speed is now “proceed with caution”
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Haunting it is and right now, it seems more apt than usual. What IS that thing slouching along the road? Shiver!
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There was a race between the hare and the tortoise. Today I am proud to be the tortoise.
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Me too! It turns out, speed is not the issue. More like “just keep going!” and I keep going. Surprising, sometimes, that I can, you know?
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