Monday, March 16, 2020

Monday WRites 237

I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended. The world as we know it is strong, tangible, intangible, disruptive, loving, kind and so much more.

A new era of invisibility is stalking and wrecking havoc over the Planet Earth we love. What we cannot see can make us sick.
Social distancing is the new event happening across the globe. A world marathon of waves, winks, and smiles.

What a global catastrophe. The air we breathe can rid us of those grand old ones in our midst. Imagine a world sans grandma and grandpa. Not a happy scenario at all.

No wars no weapons yet, we are forced out of our places of worship. Wash your hands, no hugging, no handshaking: we are parented by new mother media caution.

The new challenge across borders, COVID 19.
Psst don't panic!
© gillena cox 2020

Wishing all a safe healthy blessed March

❧✿❧ 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 #237: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧


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Blog hopping today with

Mosaic Monday
# 71: Spread Your Wings


Prosery: Surprised or Not
Promted to use the following line: “I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended.” from the poem I wanted to be surprised by Jane Hirshfield


Poets and Storytellers Untied
Weekly Scribblings#11: Hypophora

surprise 2016
surprise 2017
surprise 2019