[Mosaic 1 today sweeping muggy fallen leaves and blossom from the plumeria. We 🇹🇹 are in The Rainy Season, and even if if it doesn't rain at night, still in the morning i have to sweep away the dew damp muggy leaves and blossoms]
NEW NORMAL NIGHTS
Lockdown days; they crave even more, bedtime stories. Eyes bright as they cuddle next to mom or dad. Who would have thought games like: In a fine castle, Jump rope, Moral, Cricket and Football would be virtual tests of hand speeds on keyboards. This is new age plight of our children. They are weary now from staring at the computer. Sharing apples and oranges in math classes. Yet still they can yawn at the story stop - the end, and tucked tenderly into bed they drift into dreamland.
Hopefully forgetting the dragons in the virtual combats and instead, the age old stories of cows and spoons and a big bright moon create their night fantasies, when In their dreams, they sleep with the moon.
© 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 #263: A Happy Monday to all
[Mosaic 2 random words]
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Blog hopping today with
Mosaic Monday
#96: A Shor(ter) Season
AND
Prosery Monday: Moonbeams and Moon Dreams
prompted to take a given line, and incorporate it into a short prose piece. Word limit 144 words
“In their dreams
they sleep with the moon.”– From Mary Oliver, “Death at Wind River”
REVISIT
14 September 2017
14 September 2016
14 September 2015
ENJOY THE VIDEO: A reading of THIRD PLANET FROM THE SUN
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