VOID OF NEWNESS
Filling the void of newness,
Nuance, of angelic whispers,
Twitterings, of feathered ones
Rumblings, of the petrol fed.
Such is morning, in its newness
Colours, daubed on feathers,
Invisibility, weaving fine threads,
Rhythms, their andantes sworn,
Light, the response of creation.
Returns, of a code of continuity
Today, clutters into a pattern,
Spaces, left to snag adventures,
Unique, only to first time players,
Embodying, thus awakened dream.
Added, to a weave already woven
Tiny, spider at the pivot of life,
Charms, delicacy and grandeur,
Diaphanous, strands of chapters,
Yet, hardy enough to endure.
Span of action from spirit word.
VOID OF NEWNESS © gillena cox
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 #29, ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites