Meander 1 Poem -- Harbinger --
She comes into the room.
A nurse - white uniform
Fading smile and tightened lips.
A sideways glance -
A measurement - perhaps
Of how you'd fit a coffin.
Her fingers brightened tips,
Talons bright blood red.
A floral scent pervades the room.
The whole garden comes inside
To test your lungs.
Her face, a painted mask.
Fluttering eyelashes
Flick her glance on everything
But you.
Cousin of Florence Nightengale
Maybe
Surely a daughter of Sairy Gamp
Meander 2 _ Questions - Last night the government shut down. To me there seems no real reason for this to happen. Seems a bit like spite. He owns it. He said he was proud. I don't understand why we need a wall.Brings to mind the Berlin wall of years ago. Doesn't seem like something I would appreciate. There are better ways to protect our border. Put some technology in place. I'm old eighty two and have seen the rise of technology so why not use it. I'm not a political person. I'm not sure there is an honest politician. But we have them and they should learn to think of others and not their power.
Meander 3 - Writing - is moving forward. Still trying to get in the 600 words a day between getting ready for the Christmas holidays. So far so good. Am now blocking in chapter 8 of eleven. Some of the early chapters will need little work but the later ones a lot.
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