Monday, February 13, 2017

Monday Writes 96

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Wallowing in our comfort zones,
Is not the taste of Mondays;
Penultimate to the hype of carnival,
Indeed just the opposite.

Altars of reverence are deserted,
Adulting factors of brain go warp.
A communal mayhem dances,
To the feverish pace, of bacchanalia.

And yes!
Mud always, its the mud that luvs us,
As we become our own primal Adam.
ITS THE MUD THAT LUVS US © gillena cox 2017


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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 #96, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

recycling the Trini saying "like hog luv mud" and responding to
Recycle a Saying (Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly)
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads


Welcome to Monday WRites
13 February 2015
13 February 2016

Monday 27th and Tuesday 28th February, Carnival in Trinidad and Tobago, year 2017