poetry and story inn fridays week 6: november 9 ---november 23, 2017
hua biao from peking tian an men square
far east, they call it "yuan dong"
john kerry shakes hands with hu jintao
close to white house
we have barack obama welcomes xi jinping
purple flower balls
a huabiao means a tall cylinder carpet art
praise Tian An Men square "nationa day" decoration for October 1, 2017 <----10/01/1949
Happy Birthday to P. R. China, 68 years old history
3 days ago
fall into autumn season
Today, our featured participant is Blymey Rhymies, where the Mary Oliver-inspired poem for Day Five reads a bit like Mary Oliver as reinterpreted by Edward Lear with a side of Lemony Snicket.
a poem by blymey rhymiesLet’s all trot to Bishop’s Wood
Entangled roots and ankle-deep mud
Where my kin goes when we need the air
We know plenty of places to hide bodies there.
In the acid green pond and the big mossy bogs
Ducks don’t swim and you won’t see frogs
The sun leaks in through the boughs of the trees
And everything is the colour of peas.
Come one, come all, but stay on the tracks
Don’t come alone, and watch your backs
Bring kids, bring dogs – you’ll all have a lark
And make sure you’ve found your way out by dark