FUTURE PERFECT(QUESTION MARK)
It is the time penultimate zone of new normal; people are just that people, Ego looks overs his people with courage, [fear has been banished, forever-?] if you read something in the news you do not like, you can *suck your teeth [in T&T*cheups] and say false news - false news , politics is about who visits whom, and who [ didn't], tweets are of birds and men.
Time does not exist; ceteris paribus, there is no chaos, if you leave The Village of A on Tuesday you can arrive at The Village of B on Monday [of the same week], there are no nights, [just sun and moon intervals], everything is clear cut, we are everything, and nothing then.
The couple next door is [having] a baby; they sit at the table, talking shop: colour of eyes, shape of nose, feel of hair, these are good people, they do not squabble, swaddled in sweet grey (very cute), said baby arrives, [via a reputable internet carrier] next day YOU WHOO!!!
❧✿❧ 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 #117, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites ❧✿❧
LETTERS G AND Z
G is for grandma, whose name also starts with G
She is me
But Z starts the name of her granddaughter
Who fills grandma's day with laughter
Heart shapes,
Peeled grapes,
And mermaids,
These she love, and bead in her braids
Blog hopping with Flash 55 PLUS!
Challenged by Kerry to write a 55 word new poem with an OPTIONAL EXTRA - to consider the art of Romain de Tirtoff a.k.a. Erté,
Karin shared some of her art and asked us to choose one and write a narrative, I chose the image above and wrote a Cherita - Malay word for “story” or “tale”.
ROSE BUDS AND DEW
There among the misty clouds,
In that place of dreams,
Where travelers slip through,
Depths of vision and waver
Then again,
You were, for real, who knew but me and you,
Our first? meeting -
There you were breaking my ♥ heart,
For the first time,
May be even once 💕 hearts ,
Ought to be broken.
All of first gifts are given
From the same cloud
WHERE WORDS TRANSPORT
After checks and scans from security,
Welcoming doors test reading savvy,
Here; In is in and Out is out,
Of this there is no doubt
Climbing stairs not your delight?
Elevators will surly suffice,
Oh! but the coffee shop,
Skip in first and then go up
So many authors, affix a name
To hopes and dreams now ours to claim,
Lining shelf after shelf,
Passions and foibles give of itself,
So all the world could dream dreams,
Visiting faraway places in this scheme
edited to note: the building i wrote about is The National Library down town Port of Spain
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The new moon is out, and wishing you kindness in its light ❧✿❧ 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 #116, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites ❧✿❧
Weekend Mini Challenge: Buildings
Kim who likes the way in which Philip Larkin’s poem The Building conveys the physical appearance and atmosphere of a hospital without once using the term ‘hospital’, through the use of certain words and connotations; has challenged us to write a new similar poem
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[Steelband assembled outside on the NALIS (NationalLibrary) compound Port of Spain July 2017]
