Blog hopping with
imaginary garden with real toads Weekend Mini-Challenge: Out of Your Own Words
Magalay asks of us to use the line of one of our old poems to start a new poem and link to the old poem
I used from Message To A Poet
verse 3 Line 3 "Be inspired by the ambience"
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
