Monday, June 5, 2017

Monday WRites111

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RAIN FLY
They danced like fairies, under the lamps;
An unstringed mobile in a windless dawn;
A stream of morning consciousness swamp,
Etheral stillness, mesmerizing rhythm,
Soundless, temporary wings, under the lamps;
The morning star, a lone bright light, kept
Sentient watch over night's dissolving ramp;
Assembling cloud wisps into grey mounds;
Fragile wings in courtship attraction to amps,
In the quiet street enlivening the new morning;
Rain flies, in amber glow under the lamps.
RAIN FLY © gillena cox 2009
[First published at poemhunter dot com]


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The rains are definitly here, no drizzle or spinkle no tease; I haven't seen any rain flies yet, but they will soon be aroundd ❧✿❧ 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 #111, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
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24 comments:

  1. I love this especially; "A stream of morning consciousness swamp, ethereal stillness, mesmerizing rhythm".. Beautifully executed. Happy Monday, Gillena 😘🍹

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    1. Thank you Sanaa, happy you dropped in and linked up

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  2. I really must go walking at night again to see the nightlife gathering aound te street lamps. It is like discovering tiny another world attracted to a sun of their own to worship!

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Robin

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  3. unstringed mobiles... what a nice image...

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  4. "They danced like fairies, under the lamps;
    An unstringed mobile in a windless dawn;" I've seen that and it is the perfect description. Lovely

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  5. As a child, I loved the flying ants, their diaphanous wings and how they mysteriously appeared in the rain.
    Your poem brought it all back to me - such a perfect description. One of your best.

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  6. What a gorgeous poem, Gillena, given this morning is filled, with rain, in Toronto. Especially, the image that you're sharing with this poem. Thank you, for sharing this.

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  7. I really enjoyed this poem, Gillena. Now I'm older I have time again to wonder at nature. I really like the lines:
    'An unstringed mobile in a windless dawn';
    'Assembling cloud wisps into grey mounds';
    and
    'Rain flies, in amber glow under the lamps'.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Kim

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  8. Oh I love this, you have captured the wonder of natures so well....

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Björn

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  9. Nature can be truly magical as you have so beautifully captured

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Martin

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  10. We had them, doing a nuptial flight after the rain. Bunches of them fell into our pool. But we did skim them out. I imagine it would be quite a sight to see them under a street light.
    But I don't want to see any more of them.
    ..

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  11. Lucky you. We are in a very cold winter here. Beautiful description of the rain flies under the lamp.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Rall

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  12. Beautiful:

    "a lone bright light, kept
    Sentient watch over night's dissolving ramp"

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    1. Thanks for dropping by

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