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What’s your favorite month of the year? Why?

September its lovely autumn leaves.
October. November, let's give thanks.
Appreciation. December gets colder;
It's only warm in front of the fire with 
Stockings hanging. January. February. 
March, it's damp. April then May begin Flowering. June, July are hot but heat 
Heats up in August as summer fades.

Hark

What podcasts are you listening to?

We who listen but cannot
Hear are legion. Interpret 
Another's words to meld
To our thoughts. Like a sci-
Fi trick just low-fi not hi-
Fi. Fie on me for all this 
Wordplay. It's your forum.
 
You get your say and say what
You wish. We hear you, headsets
Firmly fitted. We are earnest in
Following you, determined too
To learn what wisdom you offer.
It is generous of you to share.

Holidays

Invent a holiday! Explain how and why everyone should celebrate.

Holiday cheer
The holiday's
Near, ya hear?
Celebrate with 
Corks a-poppin'
Merriment and
Lots of hopping 
Life is for the
Celebrant. Life
Is what we hail.
And a life fit and
Hale is  hearty.
A heartfelt life.
One to cheer 
And say hear-
Hear. Cheers
To that. To life.

How the moon?

How much would you pay to go to the moon?

The moon in daylight
Is it worth a penny, as it might be
For your thoughts, or millions as
In "it is out of reach and far away?"
Your thoughts are very lofty if you
Are focused on the moon. For some
Of us just navigating the earth is
Challenge enough, and that doesn't 
Require packing for the unfamiliar
Atmosphere of a distant delicate 
Moon, cold and yet still romantic.
Our moon is symbolic of all things 
Love and loving. Lovers meet below
A blue moon or celebrate a yellow
One. Its phases are phrases of awe
And praise. Full moon or crescent
Where will you land? Will you go?

Accomplished

What are you most proud of in your life?

When I peek back, through some poems 
I have listed, the skill -of some of them-
Pleases and surprises. I hope for this kind
Of success. I look for the kind of skill I find
In these. I am proud to have achieved it.
When I look back to see everything fit,
I feel accomplished. I experience pride.
Pride of authorship. Proud. Satisfied.
I wrote this. And that. With skill so I know
I have succeeded. I wrote it and it's good.

Two bridges

Convergence at a distance confuses 
The mind's eye, maybe even the eye
Plain and simple, although there is
Nothing simple [or plain] about it,
The eye is complex and complicated.
The bridges converging to the north
Merge and blend running at parallel 
Tracks and turns, the shapes and the
Angles unique, distinctly different, 
Each going its own way, whichever 
Road it follows in a swoop or a semi
Circle, straight or narrow, there's a
Twist too, but you are too far away
And the converging roads confuse