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cumulus
puffy white
assembling mapping
morning to day schema
covering hovering
light whimsical
canopy
CUMULUS © gillena cox 2018

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Blog Hopping today with

Mosaic Monday #3 - The Legacy Continues

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Shadow Shot Sunday 2:

Monday WRites 151

DAWN'S KISS
Red clouds greet me.
How cool this breeze kissing my face,
Red clouds greet me.
Has sky then turned topsy turvy?
Returning sunset to dawn's place,
Of morning breaking, at snail pace?
Red clouds greet me
DAWN'S KISS © gillena cox 2018


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HAPPY MONDAY. Yesterday was Earth Day. Hope you all had a blessed day. 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).
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Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day

An Antic Disposition
Prompted by Kerry O'Connor...focus for this prompt is The Mind: those troubles of the brain, shaping fantasies and antic dispositions which make us human.

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REVISIT
to mind or ear reach 2016
23 April 2015
23 April 2017


Enjoy The Music

Monday WRites 61

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THE CLOUDS BELOW ME
When i looked through the window
There they were, clouds below me
Diaphanous as wishes hidden in a rainbow
And moon dusted scrolls of poems birthing

First morning flight, with its sunlight
Warming no doubt, those hearts waiting
Anxious for returning ones, wonder might
Be held folded in scarves securing

Day moons, necessary to be visible
For stamp of morning, surely clouds
Have a mind of their own, in that skein
Sailing above or below us as they may
THE CLOUDS BELOW ME © gillena cox 2016




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