Wednesday, May 13, 2020

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EIGHT DAY OF THE WEEK

I searched the four corners of the earth,
For a pearl in a dewdrop i could not find,
But a needle in a haystack pointed to the dearth,
Of children's laughter left behind,
As i passed every play park empty and sullen,
I asked "Dear Needle what is happening?

With a wink of her eye,
And a long drawn out sigh,
Said she: "this day of the week is called Today" and its just the two of us,
Everyone else is hiding from The Novel Corona Virus.
EIGHT DAY OF THE WEEK © gillena cox 2020


Blog hopping today with
Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #19: Lie to Me
Rommy's prompt


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16 comments:

  1. RommyMay 13, 2020 at 3:11 PM

    Yeah, days have taken on a surreal form for me too sometimes. I still have to keep up with meetings working from home, but without those I'd have a hard time keeping track.

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  2. Gillena CoxMay 13, 2020 at 4:10 PM

    Thanks for dropping by to read mine Rommy

    Much💙love

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  3. Susie ClevengerMay 13, 2020 at 5:27 PM

    It's hard to know what day it is, to know what to do in the not to do.

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  4. Gillena CoxMay 13, 2020 at 5:52 PM

    Nicely said. Thanks for dropping by Susie

    Much💙love

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  5. Rosemary Nissen-WadeMay 13, 2020 at 7:34 PM

    Indeed, that is what it's like, in this strange (empty) continuous present.

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    1. Gillena CoxMay 14, 2020 at 2:59 AM

      Thank you for your appreciation Rosemary

      Much💙love

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  6. JimMay 13, 2020 at 9:16 PM

    A nice way to visit the neighborhood unnoticed. In the Blogging world this is called "Lurking."
    "Much💙love" returned, Stay Safe!!
    ..

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  7. Old EggMay 13, 2020 at 11:07 PM

    Isn't it strange that nowadays you look at people differently. Are they getting too close? Why didn't they sanitize their hands before they entered the supermarket? Why don't they keep behind that line on the floor?

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  8. Gillena CoxMay 14, 2020 at 3:01 AM

    Yes these are new normal speculations. Thanks for your appreciation Robin
    Much💙love

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  9. Kim M. RussellMay 14, 2020 at 3:10 AM

    Your poem is surreal and dreamlike, Gillena. I know that feeling of passing an empty playground, there’s one opposite our house, and it looks so lonely and sad. We just have to take each day as it comes.

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  10. Gillena CoxMay 14, 2020 at 9:45 AM

    Thanks for your appreciation Kim

    Much💙love

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  11. HelenMay 14, 2020 at 11:57 AM

    Love the words 'pearl in a dewdrop' .. lovely visual. Have a good day.

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  12. Gillena CoxMay 14, 2020 at 12:28 PM

    Thanks for your appreciation Helen

    Much💚love

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  13. JamesMay 14, 2020 at 7:32 PM

    Hi Gillena. I am in awe of this page of yours. And the poem is just thoughtful. Great write!

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  14. Gillena CoxMay 15, 2020 at 8:45 AM

    Thanks for your appreciation James

    Much💙love

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