Spelling words
Jan. 10th, 2008 05:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
My son brings home these lists of spelling words. Sometimes they seem to suggest a story so powerfully I swear the second grade team must have a slash girl in their midst. No kidding, these are the words for this week:
stream street speeding peaceful seashell deepest sunbeam pleasing leaves
coffee sneaking meaningful unreachable cleaning screaming kneel
I was telling my husband that these words seem to embody a pull between peace and tension. He said many are gerunds -- so that might have to do with it.
If any one writes a story using all these words, I am sure no one will be sorry! Ha, young Severus is pondering these words.
My drabble will be under the cut. The first piece of fic that I've ever had the nerve to mount! Well, it's just a drabble.
Sam prays...
stream street speeding peaceful seashell deepest sunbeam pleasing leaves
coffee sneaking meaningful unreachable cleaning screaming kneel
I was telling my husband that these words seem to embody a pull between peace and tension. He said many are gerunds -- so that might have to do with it.
If any one writes a story using all these words, I am sure no one will be sorry! Ha, young Severus is pondering these words.
My drabble will be under the cut. The first piece of fic that I've ever had the nerve to mount! Well, it's just a drabble.
Sam prays...
Sometimes Dean sits across from Sam
inscrutable as a cat. But then sometimes
there’s no reason to hunt for anything
more peaceful than a cup of coffee,
a sunbeam. Sometimes,
cars rolling intermittently
down the main street of a quiet town,
not speeding
(no screaming)
can be as pleasing
as the murmur of a stream,
or the white roar of a seashell.
Nothing to say that’s so meaningful,
nothing mocking, unreachable,
just a moment for cleaning
out cobwebs from the deepest recesses,
enjoying the feeling that leaves,
that a moment of simple sitting
has been a chance to kneel, together.
inscrutable as a cat. But then sometimes
there’s no reason to hunt for anything
more peaceful than a cup of coffee,
a sunbeam. Sometimes,
cars rolling intermittently
down the main street of a quiet town,
not speeding
(no screaming)
can be as pleasing
as the murmur of a stream,
or the white roar of a seashell.
Nothing to say that’s so meaningful,
nothing mocking, unreachable,
just a moment for cleaning
out cobwebs from the deepest recesses,
enjoying the feeling that leaves,
that a moment of simple sitting
has been a chance to kneel, together.