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Migration of the monarchs. I'm a banana!

The monarch butterfly migration is upon us! Hide the flowers!! Cover your eyes. More tooling around Blogville. Did you know I'm a banana? What fruit are you? "Our Lady of the Godly Gouda". 100 words of one syllable.

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AUTUMN: 19 'Izzat (26 September)

'é a lua,  é a lua,  na quintana dos mortos'
♣    Federico García Lorca    ♣

Passage of the monarchs

This is the season of the fall migration of the monarch butterflies. Thousands pass through this region. On any one day it is possible to see dozens.

It's magical to have the routine interrupted by these moments. The wings open and shut and are tossed on the breeze. They cross paths. Their flight is not the powerful thrust of birds.

Migration

The open shut of monarchs:
a vee, a double u, a vee.
Autumn's wings now mark the passage
through the equinox.
This moment's balance,
a pause for thought
and then
the silent beat of wings in sight
open          shut          open          shut
a vee of orange in flight. [163.373]

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IMAGES

All fades at dusk. Hidden by the night, revealed by the light of stars or strret lamps. Here is where the fragrance of tobacco, angel trumpets, greet the lemon yellow of sunflowers without sun.

MY LIFE

Not much! Been eating too much and reading and writing. Read Jane Kenyon "When Evening Comes". Went to class. Talked to folks at Henry's.

POETRY? YOU CALL THIS POETRY?

Based on an entry "Nunsense"  of Waltz Invictus :

Our Lady of the Godly Gouda

Rustic
oblivion,
a retreat from routine.
Across the pond I hear the chant
of cheese. [163.375]

WRITING

Tonight's workshop was on plot, summary and scene. I came up with 6 characters, a plot idea, and two scenes. I'm on my way!

Last week we had to write 100 words of one syllable. this was my effort:

Zero - zero at halftime

Three kids,
two dogs, the ball
has two brown points. This fall
the game up on the hill flows back
and forth, while up and down a field of green

there is no score. What's more the fans sit hushed. A blush of orange
lights up the sky out west. Due north, the ridge glows gold at dusk
when past that edge of dark, lamps spark where two teams glare.

Drums beat, brass blares, the band now leaves their stage.
The time for rest and talk sworn off
by squawks and blasts of horns
The game's last part
now starts. [163.372]

BLOGVILLE

Tooling around: jemstar74, Schezar , Midnight Dawn , Silence , Ma Deuce , lifewriter, Barbieistheone , Sarah Rae , finnley , Sakeena Marie , TexansBeatTheMiamiDolphinsBy3 , trey5winds, Sunshine , debbieday, kelly1202, Dreams - Anon, who are you? , dizzyduck has a nice picture of her fish in "Invalid Entry" 

I'm a banana. Take the quiz at

Let's be Fruity!  (E) What kind of fruit are you? #1156941 by spidey

And what fruit are you?