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Monday, November 13, 2023

Writober Days 22 thru 25

Day 22: Cows float in the Moonlight (Cascade – abc / deA / fgB / hiC


     Upon a dark night,
     A light flashes out of nowhere
     A moment that seems to stand still.

     No explanation given,
     But the humming is very loud—
     Upon a dark night.

     Where have the cows gone,
     The pastures are empty,
     A light flashes out of nowhere.
                                                                          
     Standing with a hear of cows
     Floating in the air—
     A moment that seems to stand still.


Day 23: Multiple Faces, Side Views (Etheree – 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10)
    
     Face,
     Watching
     Eyes follow—
     Not blinking back.
     A chorus of mimes
     All stand in a line—
     Don’t you dare blink back or they will
     Cross closer to the meeting place,
     Silent hall, filled to capacity,
     Leaving only elbow room while you wait.



Day 24: Cat Face with Skull Nose (Pantoum – 2, 3 4, 1)

                In the early morning hours
                My cat will slowly creep
                Paw by paw she walks across
                My chest to have a peep…

                My cat will slowly creep
                As a means to awaken my sleep on
                My chest to have a peep,
                Staring wide into my face.

                As a means to awaken my sleep on
                A mission she is set upon,
                Staring into my face
                “Time for something to eat, Human.”

                A mission she is set upon
                And my eyes will blink awake,
                “Time for something to eat, Human”
                As I stare at my kitty’s nose.

                And my eyes will blink awake:
                Paw by paw she walks across
                As I stare at my kitty’s nose
                In the early morning hours.

 
Day 25: Giant Mushroom Guard (Terzanelle – ABA / bCB / CDC / dED / eFE / fAFA)

   Upon the road we go,
   Traveling to someplace new—
   Upon the road we go.

    Through the muddy track we slew
    Upon our arses we did fell,
    Traveling to someplace new.

    “My lord,” he then did yell.
    “Gandrel, my man, help me up,”
    (again) upon our arses we did fell.

    The man called out, “I am in a pile up,
    As mud was flung across the track.
    “Gandrel, my man, help me up!”

    “Sir!” called Gandrel, “this is all whack,”
    “for nay, I cannot stand upon this road,”
    As mud was flung across the track.

    One day the lord and his man did told (that’s)
    Upon the road (they) did go,
    For nay, (they) cannot stand upon this road,
    Upon the road (they) go.

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