The Word Well

Is there a well
that holds
only words
where people come
from afar
to dip their bucket?

What happens
if this well
runs dry?
Does creativity
and languge
dry and decay
beyond recognition?

Did someone
sometime
somewhere
take all the words
out of the well
and digitize them?

Does that define
creativity today?
Machines print
word after word
calling it a story
suitable for
human reading.

Is there a well
where others
can deposit
words they like
so that others
can use them?
Does this well
feed the human
or the
machine?

Words fall
like rain
on those
able to hear
able to read
able to dream.
Can machines
dream?

Only dreams
create stories
that feed
the common well.


(c) Teresa Grabs, 2018. All Rights Reserved.

I have no idea why these are wanting to come out like Captain Kirk is reciting it, but whatever, I’ll write what I hear…lol

 

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“What the hell?” Josh asked after a few minutes.

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“Duh,” Tony retorted while calling for two more beers. “So, what?”

“I’m going to be modern cupid.” Jason said, nodding his head and pointing to himself.

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“Good luck, buddy,” Tony said as the next round around arrived.

Jason grabbed his beer, smoothed out his Baka and Test t-shirt, and headed for the young lady at the bar. He was in limerence and nothing was going to stop him. Two minutes lady he was back sitting with Tony nursing his beer, looking quite dejected.

“What happened to Mr. Lady Killer?” Tony quipped.

“Turns out they are quite the notorious trap.” Jason shook his head.

The young lady at the end of the bar stood up and walked past Tony and Jason on her way out.

“Night Tony,” she said.

“Night Frank,” he said.

Jason just stared as Tony and Frank laughed.


This short piece was inspired by Fandango’s word of the day: notorious, Cranny’s word of the day: limerence, and Merrian-Webster’s word of the day: roseate.