Monday, February 29, 2016

Monday WRites 50

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BEACH RUN
When we ran, barefooted along the sand
Margined by the incoming lace of end waves,
I knew this was love's doing,
Nurturing our passion
Under a scorching sun, merely warming our hearts
In sync with each other.
Where caterpillars looped Frangipani in bloom
Our fingers entwined, we walked the paved path
To meet the mini buses
To take us back to vacation 'home'
Where aunty had cooked the breadfruit oil down
She was waiting for us
How was Grand Anse she asked?
BEACH RUN © gillena cox 2016

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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 #50, ❧✿❧ Whats your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites




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Linking to
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The Tuesday Platform
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20 comments:

  1. Nurturing our passion
    Under a scorching sun,
    merely warming our hearts
    In sync with each other.

    You have captured such wonderful moments of the beach :D Beautifully rendered. Thank you so much for participating Gillena :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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    1. Remembering holidays with my husband in Grenada we both loved the beach best of all

      thanks for dropping in Sanaa

      much love...

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  2. I love what this evokes - simple pleasures and happiness all around - if we look :)

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  3. Thanks for dropping in Jae

    Much love...

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  4. Your poem brings to mind the walks my husband and I take in the part (when the weather is good to my lungs).

    Love the nearly ritualistic tone of this poem... and the food, I always love the food. ;-)

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    1. Happy you dropped in Magaly

      Much love...

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  5. This is such a touching poem, filled with nostalgia and loving feelings.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Kerry

      Much love...

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  6. Passion stuff on an empty beach, ones tend to stop for a while. Aunties know.
    Grand Anse Beach, Saint George, Grenada. We liked it even though we walked, not ran.

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    1. Thanks for dropping in Jim

      Much love...

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  7. This makes me want to come with you to visit your aunty I can feel the warmth of the sun and your family. Wonderful Gillena!

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    1. Oh no Bekkie. She died about 2 years back

      Thanks for dropping in

      Much love...

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  8. So much warmth in your poem... I love winter, but I still long for summer when I read your poem.

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    1. Thanks for dropping in Bjorn

      much love...

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  9. You've painted a charming picture with this piece.

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  10. barefoot upon the sand and lacy waves... a very sweet poem.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Margaret

      Much love...

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  11. "the incoming lace of end waves" This is just so beautiful...love it...

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    1. Thanks for dropping by Sumana
      Much love...

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