Monday, July 27, 2015

Monday WRites 22

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You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites ( musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea ).
Welcome to Monday WRites #22, ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites


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CANTALOUPE
This poem is a cantaloupe
Almost the colour of pumpkin, yet not quite
This poem has a skin rough like stony paths
Only not quite so gravelly
There are sunlight patterns on the wall, on the floor
On the tongue, a taste of delight after morning prayer

Still the news carry stories of heinous crimes
Switch on, switch off, the issues remain
People unkind to one another, greed, hatred, wars

This poem seeks a knife,
To peel off the rough skin, to scoop out the seeds
To slice the juicy, fragrant, delicious flesh
Place it in a bowl, then shout to the world
Come! partake of this! there is enough for everyone
Taste it! this poem, is, a cantaloupe.
© gillena cox 2015





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23 comments:

  1. Another week gone by.. and its time for Monday Writes once again :D
    Have a lovely day Gillena :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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    1. Happy you dropped in Sanaa

      much love...

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    2. Never seen a cantaloupe before, sounds delicious though.. an excellent write :D

      PS: Sorry poor internet connection right now.. the page didn't load before and I just saw this poem..! Loved it :)

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    3. Thanks for revisiting Sanaa

      Much love...

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  2. Delicious! LOL (No, seriously, it is.)

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  3. love how you used Hannah's boomerang metaphor form....a wonderful read Gillena :)

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  4. I love this poem, gillena. I found myself nodding in agreement as i read. This world is too focused on the negative when there is so much positive food for the soul to go around.

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Kerry

      Much love...

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  5. It gets to be a ritual! As much as how a honey-dew is leisurely consumed! Well said Gillena!

    Hank

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  6. I love that you wrote a boomerang poem, one of my fave forms.......I especially love the wish to share the canteloupe..........

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    1. Thanks for dropping in Sherry

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  7. Cantaloupes always remind me of big family dinners, where there's enough sweet fruit for everyone. :) Your words brought that family dinner feeling right to my mind.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Rommy

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  8. That's about the tastiest poem I've ever eaten.

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    1. Thanks for dropping in Timoteo

      Much love...

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  9. Wasn't able to leave a comment here Gillena for the last two days... just didn't work with my wordpress ID. Hope it works today. Enjoyed your cantaloupe poem.. and the more I think about it, every poem is indeed a cantaloupe leaving sunlit patterns on the tongue! Lovely!

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  10. Lovely Gillena. I'd love to share a cantaloupe with the world: )

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    1. happy you dropped in Debi

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  11. If only!
    I eat canteloupe every day for breakfast... and now will contemplate your mantra here while I do. Thank you!

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Marian
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