Monday, May 8, 2017

Monday WRites 107

When I was a child:
Tomorrow was always stored
In a box labelled 'Certain'
Sky was in the 'Blue Box '
Clouds fitted nicely into 'White And Fluffy'

Years later, someone did some sort of re-filing:
Labelled 'Perhaps', that's where you find futures,
Paper-clipped to tomorrows.
The Blue Box still exists, but now,
There are sticky notes to sky.
One of which is phenomena
Hash tag #events
To find Clouds, one must shuffle through:
God, Cirrus, Cumulus, Ominous,
Tempests, Dreamy and Dragon.

Even if you are using your computer;
The present day process,
Is still that complicated #gruelling.
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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 #107, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

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  1. That is the problem we think we are making life easier with gadgets computers and new words to say what we mean but reality it becomes harder and more frustrating...or is that my age?

    1. Don't think its your age at all Robin (✿◠‿◠)
      Thanks for dropping in and linking up

      much love...

  2. Ah yes.. as we grow older.. everything becomes more practical and closely related to problems in life. Beautifully contemplative write, Gillena ❤️

    1. Thanks for your appreciation Sanaa, and for linking up

      much love...