Ref. 100 Word Challenge For Grown Ups on the Julia’s Place blog.
Thinking positively made me a positivist like my father. As a leading Logical Positivist he was an inspiration for Mr Spock and many professors, although hated by philosophy students as they struggle to understand his beliefs, and mine too because I have added my own innovations to his.
They long to associate positive with cheerfulness and optimism, rather than a dry and dusty set of pronouncements that are so difficult to get their heads around that by the end of it they are dreading the exams- which is pretty negative.
Annabel, you were my child in our game,
Like Annabel Lee who I couldn’t have named,
Like Anna and Bel who were cloistered together,
And I’ve heard Annabel is a Satanist name.
Annabel, you stood there in my trance
Frozen to trees, and then freed to dance.
You’d gone back to being Sally, my doll.
I recognised you and I gave you the chance.
Annabel now has changed into a monster.
Throw the doll by the leg; nobody wants her.
I see bright red when I say ‘Annabel.’
Ruth is red too, but I’ve lost her as sponsor.
Honeycomb: gold, crumbly, crunchy,
Powdered ochre hexagons.
Is this my beehive?
I came here on a bus.
This is a change!
Lost in a maze of nectar cells,
Where’s the terminus?
Looking for the hardstanding.
All I see is waxy caves
Forming golden honeyed walls,
Two rows of honeycomb home.