It would be helpful to all involved
If actual facts of this virus evolved
We can visualize people in panic
With such varying information, people are manic
Outbreaks, school closings seem to abound
Wish we had info that’s sound.
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(Panic has come to Denver where toilet paper is nowhere to be found. 😱. As for me, scarcities in the grocery but my daughter persevered, and I have my monthly larder filled.
https://fivedotoh.com/2020/03/10/fowc-with-fandango-visualize/#like-41109
Time passes
No choice, fast or slow
Life ticks on
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https://maplesswanderer.wordpress.com/2020/03/09/poetry-challenge-1/
Diving in
The sea took a turn
Seems that I
Never choose to learn.
My head is submerged
I’m on the verge
Of drowning unless I fight
And turn the sea again upright.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/03/10/photo-challenge-306/#like-19667
Morning comes with no sleep prior to two. At four cars are warming up, ice is being scraped off windshields, garbage trucks arrive at five or six, and the morning begins. Reluctantly rising from warm coverings, a finally relaxed comfortable body stretches and throws off the remnants of comfort. The first priority is always the **loo, an English word I prefer to bathroom, and then a wash and trip to the kitchen for coffee.
Not really an exciting time, but enjoyable as I warm my hands with the hot mug, and open the iPad to read the news, and more importantly, what lovely words have been written by fellow bloggers. Then I visit prompts and challenges. By the time I’m finished, morning has disappeared.
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https://onewomansquest.org/2020/03/09/v-j-s-weekly-challenge-87-morning/
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I feel you beating fast
Please calm and stay still
There’s no chance he’ll hear you flutter
No chance your beats will entice
His return.
For now, possibly forever,
I’ll keep the silence in my heart
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Footsteps smudged by incoming waves
Thinking stupidly I could be brave
Can’t surrender myself to the sea
I have to stay though you’re leaving me
As sand at water’s edge always changing
Your imprint on my life is ending.
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https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/03/09/what-do-you-see-20-3-9-2020/
Just a few more steps, you can make it.
I don’t know, I’m going to take a breather. Say Mike, when did they start putting plants in the middle of stairways? Look at it, just hanging there!
I have no idea, maybe they’re trying to combine the old and new. This building was famous for this stairway in the forties.
Well, in the forties the plant would be on the floor, the bottom floor, not suspended from a railing.
These new fangled designers, really, are you kidding me?
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https://fivedotoh.com/2020/03/08/fowc-with-fandango-combine/#like-41107
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Feelings start to brew
Bubbles activated by the stir
Pop up to the surface
Slowly activating familiar feelings
Always hidden in your smile
Never fully realizing how soft touches
And warm sensations spread
Lingering in certain spaces.
Your infallible knowledge,
Ever-present, stirs my emotions.
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https://dversepoets.com/2020/03/09/quadrille-99-poems-stirred-not-shaken/#like-19572
Something about a song
Words or melody may
Drown your memories in tears
Calm you, make you smile, and linger on the tune,
Rouse you take action,
Or the best of all, the sweetest, is the love song.
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https://amanpan.com/2020/03/09/eugis-weekly-prompt-song-march-9-2020/
Growing up in Vermont, maple sugar time was when sugar maple trees started producing a clear sweeter than sweet liquid called sap. Burr holes in the bark held a small faucet type tap where the bail of a bucket rested. They were great places to get a drink. Of course that was strictly forbidden, but you know kids!
The sap was gathered in tanks and then boiled down into different grades of maple syrup. It tastes much different than the Mrs. Butterworth version.
Homegrown aficionados prefer the darker full bodied grade, where newcomers to the treat always pick the lightest, fancy grade. Whatever you prefer, don’t let life go by without trying this delicious natural treat.
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