A Happy Monday to all
❧✿❧Saying Goodbye November and Hello Advent Season ❧✿❧ Today is the first day in the Season of Advent. The Jesse Tree symbol for this day is creation - earth
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 #133, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
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A Happy Monday to all
❧✿❧Almost a month away from Christmas ❧✿❧
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 #132, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
A Happy November to all
❧✿❧Posting late today so, a good afternoon to all; and, i will continue these November Mondays with Rondelet poems ❧✿❧
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 #131, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
FOX RONDELET
the quick brown fox,
where was he when the moon was new?
the quick brown fox,
to the Olympics he should go;
here his leap would be met i'm sure,
with gain and applause, all this for,
the quick brown fox.
Marian has prompted us to write a Rondelet.
Here is one written by Charles Henry Luders (1889)
A RONDELET
Is just seven verses rhymed on two.
A rondelet
Is an old jewel quaintly set
In poesy--a drop of dew
Caught in a roseleaf. Lo! For you,
A rondelet.
Hope you enjoyed my silly little ditty; my first Rondelet - FOX RONDELET
Isadora Gruye at Real Toads prompted: Write about a relative's encounter with a famous person. That's all. The encounter doesn't have to have actually happened. And the famous person does not need to be living or even from the same era.
My poem though, having an ilk of its own strayed a little out of focus into a very self-centred shift: my apologies; AND, i do not have a cousin Coucous.
Notes
Fibonacci syllable count: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34; i went to 13 syllable in my poem
Why corn is a fruit, tomatoes are berries, rhubarb is a vegetable, and strawberries are neither
Jollof Rice is a Nigerian Tomato/rice dish
❧✿❧My version of Jollof Rice [one serving]❧✿❧
cook 1/3 cup of rice [set aside]
chop 2 tomatoes
crush one large clove of garlic
Add ghee to a hot saucepan
Saute garlic
Add tomtoes
Add ginger just a pinch[i used powdered ginger]
Add cayenne pepper to your taste[i used powdered cayenne pepper]
[Add any other of your favourite spices]
Stir cooking until the tomatoes are soft and paste-y
Add rice and salt to taste
Stir in tomato ketchup
Stir in 1 teaspoon peanut butter [optional]
Cover and turn off flame
Leave for 2-3 minutes Let the flavours Blend
Turn off heat
And it ready to be plated and eaten Bon Appétit!!!
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A Happy November to all
❧✿❧ Sunday, that's yesterday I cooked myself some Jollof Rice and some roasted chicken. The first photo in the mosaic is that of my Jollof Rice just simmering before I turned off the stove yesterday. I added some of my old tomato photos to make today's mosaic ❧✿❧
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 #130, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
DOCUMENTING SOME SAINTS
I'll document today to the saint of hope in azure skies,
In yellow breast of kiskadee, fluttering through leafy bowers,
To hummingbird visits, even though skittish and fleeting.
I'll document today to the saint of faith,
In the Autumn of my friends far across the oceans deep and wide,
As i sweep and heap yellow Plumeria leaves fallen
In golden Caribbean sunlight right here in my backward.
I'll document today to the saint of trust;
believing in tomorrows as i watch butterfly wings
Open and close over straddled wild Fever Few flowers,
And that dove who hears my footsteps
But decides its time to flee,
Her brown feathers taken in flight of my gaze,
You flee, still i see you.
I'll document today to the saint of gratitude,
As the old mango stump stands,
Weather eaten and decaying
Over the fresh pink blossoms of Vinca,
Seated near the speckled pink of green Elephant Ears,
In harmonious conversation of garden dwelling.
