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
yellow ixoras
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gillena cox 2020
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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
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #267: A Happy Monday to all
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BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
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#100: September Spotlight
AND
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"
REVISIT
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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