Category Archives: Word Cloud

Word Cloud: WORKING-DAYS

by NONA BLYTH CLOUD In William Shakespeare’s play, Much Ado About Nothing, Beatrice says in mock lament: I may sit in a corner and cry heigh-ho for a husband! When Don Pedro offers to get her one, she asks if … Continue reading

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Word Cloud: CODA

by NONA BLYTH CLOUD There are some people who begin to hear the ticking of the clock louder and louder in their lives, that relentless reminder that death is somewhere up ahead. They study it, try to pry at death’s … Continue reading

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TCS: A Wild Thing Lurking There

. .Good Morning!      __________________________________ Welcome to The Coffee Shop, just for you early risers on Monday mornings. This is an Open Thread forum, so if you have an off-topic opinion burning a hole in your brainpan, feel free to … Continue reading

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Word Cloud: EARFUL

by NONA BLYTH CLOUD O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,  Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?  O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,  How can we know the dancer from the dance? – “Among School Children” by W. B. … Continue reading

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Word Cloud: STUNNED II

by NONA BLYTH CLOUD There are “some people” who wonder why I do this weekly series on poetry. The readership isn’t large, although I am often surprised by who shows up, and the home country from which they are visiting. … Continue reading

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Word Cloud: WINTERDARK II

Updated – originally posted in 2017  by NONA BLYTH CLOUD In the Northern Hemisphere, we are just a day away from the longest night of the year, and then the sun will linger moments longer each day until the Summer … Continue reading

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Word Cloud: SNOWBLIND (III)

by NONA BLYTH CLOUD It’s an irony that the things I like best about Christmas are traditions from places where Winter means snow and ice. The smell of pine warmed by glowing lights, carols full of cold Decembers, and hot … Continue reading

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