Wednesday, August 12, 2020

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[image from google dot com]

A PIROUGE - FOLD
The pirogue, sped across the water;
Vacations are like that, gliding
Hours, fleeting minutes, and after
The memories, you looking back;
To the pirogue, sped across the water.
Crossing, to go to the quaint little town,
Shopping for souvenirs, sorta
Like stamped names on everything,
Must follow you home, to better
Say, i went shopping in St Georges Grenada,
Where, the pirogue sped across the water.
© gillena cox 2020

How to construct The Fold Poem HERE
and HERE

I have not gone anywhere on vacation in a very long time so when i saw the prompt today i decided to write based on memories
Blog hopping today with

Come Sail


REVISIT
12 August 2019
12 August 2017
12 August 2016
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6 comments:

  1. sarahAugust 13, 2020 at 2:23 AM

    There's always a joy in your writing, Gillena. I love the repetition here - and it works like a memory does - do you remember the day the pirogue sped across the water? Oh, yes, that day - and then all those memories fall out of that one image. Lovely. Also, very cheeky rhyming of water and sorta. Nice.

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    1. Gillena CoxAugust 13, 2020 at 11:48 AM

      Thank you for your appreciation Sarah

      Much✏love

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  2. Laura BloomsburyAugust 13, 2020 at 5:03 AM

    you nailed it with this poem - brilliant simile

    -"Vacations are like that, gliding
    Hours, fleeting minutes, and after
    The memories, you looking back;"

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  3. Gillena CoxAugust 13, 2020 at 11:48 AM

    Thank you for your appreciation Laura

    Much✏love

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  4. brudbergAugust 13, 2020 at 3:55 PM

    I can just imagine to speed across the water.. and in a pirougue, that sounds amazing.

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  5. Gillena CoxAugust 13, 2020 at 6:43 PM

    Thanks for dropping by Björn

    Much✏love

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