Monday, June 27, 2016

Monday WRites 64

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GRAYSCALED HOURS
What bird is this sounding in the dawn hours
Tick tock, tick tock, a metronome to savour so
Incoming newness with footsteps tread such power
Grayscale brings in, staggered reflection, deep
And the clock too, is sounding in the dawn hours
Marking time on the eyelids of morning, gently
And what of the moon? is she strawberry colour
Or has she lost her blush to time's serious glare
Will anything choose to be rigid in chaos so dour
With regret disturb fine thoughts of poetic rays
Still questioning a sounding in the dawn hours
GRAYSCALED HOURS © gillena cox 2016

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I rise to taste the dawn, and find that love alone will shine today Ken Wilber



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




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2 comments:

  1. Well seen and written -
    Have a blessed new week

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  2. Thanks for linking in Mascha

    Much love...

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