Monday WRites 7

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You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #7; whats your mood today ❧✿❧ my poem today is an quote acrostic ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites


“Time is the school in which we learn.”
― Joan Didion


OF TIME
Time: largesse of universal being;
Is this really all there is to life?
The sum total of vast yearnings?
School: that platform of curving lines,
In excess of drawn reality schemed,
Which, if not directed to here nor there,
We drift, in gazillion star gates to no avail;
Learn then must we, to direct our gaze.
© gillena cox

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I Wrote in response to the prompt today at
Poems In April DAY THIRTEEN - The Poetry In A Quote
THE CHALLENGE: choose one or more of Joan's quotes as a springboard for your poetry.