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[The potato eaters by Van Gogh from google dot com]

First date and she was talking about The Potato Eaters. Try the soup Henry nudged. She hesitated. Soup was not a dish she relished. She was a rice and peas taste. She loved pelau and she loved fried chicken. 

The soup of the day was pumpkin. Pumpkin was a vegetable she liked. Or was it a fruit. Anyway a craftily sculped Jack o Lantern was also to  her a must in October. She had all her carving tools stashed away in the cupboard near the back of garage

 clack of the lock

her new beau walks in smiling -

soup anyone

© gillena cox

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Haibun Monday: Soup’s On! 

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Divali 2020

Here in T&T today 24th October is a public  holiday in observance of Divali: The festival of Lights

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 This was Monday WRites # 368

OCTOBER almost over

You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧well this is  Monday WRites  (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 

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[The Birth if A Poem by Sehiry Reznichenko source google.com]

ON WRITING

Is then any tree a book?

Page after page,

Leaf after leaf of

Divine hieroglyphs thereof

Page after page.

Is then any ocean a magazine?

Wave after wave

Ripple after ripple of

Uncensored chirography hereof

Wave after wave.

Is then any Christmas a salvation?

Stable after stable

Of magi and of baby boy

 Message of redemption ploy?

Stable after stable.

Is then any pen a poet's arm?

Scribble after scribble 

Of  syllables utterable

A serving of words adorable

Scribble after scribble .

ON WRITING © gillena cox 2022

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MTB: In a Roundabout Way 

challenged to write a roundaboutHere are the rules and structure:Four quintains (five-line stanzas) for a total of twenty linesIambic meter throughoutLines have 4;3;2;2;3 feet respectivelyLine 5 repeats line 2Rhyme scheme is aBccB bCddC cDaaD dAbbA[don't think i got the meter right though, so mine is an attempt at roundabout.Still hope you enjoy reading my poem 'On Writing']

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[image courtesy dVerse]

A STUNNING TIMEJingle jangle bells of  merriment A faint memory of last year appears To add it place in today's firmamentThe season nears for reindeer flightsFancy the toys to every apartmentIn an edifice absent of chimneyWith kids, their eyes wide of wonderment.A STUNNING TIME © gillena cox 2022

Welcome to Monday WRites # 367

OCTOBER yeah!!! 

You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧well this is  Monday WRites  (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 

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BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITHQuadrille 162 - For Whom the Bells Toll

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LISTEN TO THE POEM I READ TODAY

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It was big of him to offer;

Such sentiments of camaraderie,

His smile spreading,

Like ready yeast

In a homemade bowl of dough

Good for the baking

They toast with aloe wine.

THE TOAST © gillena cox 2016 

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dVerse — Poetics – What’s Bubbling?

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THERE BY THE LAKE

   She was reading about him. They had labelled him egotist. So wrapped up in himself they said. He didn't stand a chance. They all lambasted him. All of them.

   Were there mirrors about in that time. Did they have  to coin a metaphor naming his plight? Was it not the first time he had seen this fair face? The face of his beloved? The face that spurned him so, to pine for love until he withered and died right there by the lake?

   Are we on reflection being fair to Narcissus?  Did he know that the face in the water was his? Wasn't there the underlying factor of rejection and curse?

   She read on questioning the norm. And all she would conclude after contemplation was, how romantic! 

   Are we now to conclude that to her death is quite romantic?

THERE BY THE LAKE © gillena cox 2016

Welcome to Monday WRites # 366

A happy OCTOBER to all

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Prosery – Bob Dylan 

challenged to use the line "To her, death is quite romantic" in a piece of prose not more than 144 words 

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