Today's mosaic a photo and water colour painting. Sky Over The Falls
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites # 321: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.
Challenged to write A Compound Word Verse. Poetry form invented by Margaret R. Smith that consists of five 3-line stanzas, for a total of 15 lines. The last line of each stanza ends in a compound word and these compound words share a common stem word which is taken from the title. The Compound Word Verse (3 lines) has a set rhyme scheme and meter as follows: Rhyme Scheme: a,a,b Syllable/Meter: 8, 8, 3
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Link to Sweetest 100 Days of Christmas in T&T HERE HAPPY SEASON
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites # 320: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites # 319: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.
Challenged to Write a piece of flash fiction or other prose no more than 144 words that includes the line given: “What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish?”--The Wasteland, T.S. Eliot
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TWO NEW WORDS
It was in deep quiet, that he had returned to his friend's planet - Earth. They had promised to keep in touch by siman, but he was never one who liked wrist watches, those times he had sojourned on earth. So he just never got around to keeping in touch. But he knew his friend Adam would welcome him anytime he wanted to visit back.
Where were the cars, the buses, the trains, the aeroplane noises, the men and women walking the dogs.
What was happening to his friend's blue planet earth?
As he walked a familiar path; the words he once met came to mind again “What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish?” In short where was everyone, what was happening.
Just around the corner is the calypsonian
The kaiso man; guitar strumming, pan beating,
Heart smiling, teasing singer-man.
Everybody's business, is his business.
Politician, hornerman, priest and warner woman prophetess.
Listen to the calypso man.
He, better than reading any newspaper.
#Calypso music first emerged in the eighteenth century in Trinidad among communities of African slaves. The musical style was an evolution of West African kaiso, and the satirical lyrics often mocked slave masters through double entendre.
#See also at google : A Brief History of Calypso Music - 2021 - MasterClass
"On your scholastic development, the salvation of the Nation is dependent…you carry the future of [the Nation] in your school bags.” - Eric Eustace Williams. First Prime Minister of Trinidad and Tobago
A 2015 photo used for today's mosiac.... Hello October!!!
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites # 318: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.
