Sometimes i think, we look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of time.
Consider the bees hovering over yellow ixoras, gathering sustenance. Leaving footprints of pollen.
Looking at them do we think of fierce stings, like thorns on a pretty rose bush. Or the buzz of honey making in abstract cone like mosaic cubes, poured golden into jars within reach, on grocery shelves to sweeten temperaments on tea craved days.
from quiet stares -
murmur of bee at breakfast
© gillena cox 2020
We are in our 100 Days of Christmas celebrating on the radio with musical genres themed for the festival by our local artistes and singers and too some of the traditional pieces
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #267: A Happy Monday to all
BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
#100: September Spotlight
prompted to write a prose using the line from D.H. Lawrence "We look at him through the wrong end of the long telescope of Time"
Its Day 20 of 100 Days of Christmas here in T&T at FM Sweet 100 radio station
ENJOY THE MUSIC: RemBunction - Christmas Quarantine
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