Thursday, June 15, 2017

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[image courtesy: imaginary garden with real toads]

Night wends it's way to shadows on the cusp of solace, a sweet song of golden clouds have sung its way across the clouds, and sunset won the gambit of evening's roll of dice. So now, to sleep on the seat of moon, where no buttermilk cookies need run from a spoon. Ah, but all in her own sweet time will mistress Sleep swoon, to squander away the night to dreams.

Corpus Christi -
in the silence of dawn
my heart praising

© gillena cox 2017


Note
Today is a Public Holiday here in T&T : Its Corpus Christi: A Happy Holy Day to all.


Blog Hopping with
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Of Insomnia and Sleep
Sanaa is prompting today


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Revisit
15 June 2015

16 comments:

  1. Have a peaceful Corpus Christi, Gillena.
    I love the phrase: 'sunset won the gambit of evening's roll of dice'.

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  2. Thanks for your appreciation Kim

    much love...

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  3. Happy Corpus Christi, Gillena ❤️ this is such a beautifully tender poem. Especially love; "to sleep on the seat of moon, where no buttermilk cookies need run from a spoon." Thank you so much for participating!❤️

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    1. Happy you dropped by to read mine Sanaa

      Much love...

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  4. a rolling of the dice, a squandering never read so beautifully

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Angie

      Much love...

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  5. Ah, a delight. Goodnight. Sleep tight, Sweet sprite.

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    1. Thank you. Martin, happy you dropped in

      Much love...

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  6. "a sweet song of golden clouds" is just so beautiful.

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  7. Thanks for your appreciation De

    Much love...

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  8. I think you have shown me a way to enjoys insomnia

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  9. I love this part:

    "So now, to sleep on the seat of moon, where no buttermilk cookies need run from a spoon."

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  10. I love the addled feel of this poem as the drowsy mind can't quite understand what is happening as sleep takes control.

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  11. Thanks for your appreciation Robin

    Much love...

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