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[Chivalry - image from google dot com]

PERCHANCE TO BE SWAYED
The quill dips, into chocolate covered wordiness,
Lightly, tracing breath on soft furls of mist,
And a kiss sprouts to bloom in morning sunshine

How did this spell mutter itself into daisy petals
Plucked, incensing he loves me, or not
A drizzle of inexorable sighs, lubricates awareness,
Where trust, appreciates the worth of weaving love
Into tantrums of giving wrapped in ribbons silver

A pendant adorns the sky by night, dangling stars,
Myriads of sparkling spectrums, wishing genuflections,
Knees bent, knights to princesses swooning hoops.
PERCHANCE TO BE SWAYED © gillena cox 2016


Blog hopping today at
in response toMidweek Motif ~ Appreciation

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[my video choice of today]

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[dove from yahoo.com image search]

PRECIOUS GIFT
I read of a beloved son,
Who, so pleased his father,
In the flight of a dove,
Heaven thus, blessed the world;
In word, deed, in spirit.
Today and tomorrow his love
Stays, as of yesterday.
But;
We must claim this gift,
Let us then unwrap it.
PRECIOUS GIFT © gillena cox 2016

Written for and linking to
Sunday Mini-Challenge: Charms

Monday Writes 74

MORE WINE
They had heard about him,
Those days, who hadn't,
Small town talk, everyone knew,
So there he was,
At the wedding party,
And the wine ran out.

Just like nowadays, no different,
With every strike of terrorism,
Every nail of unkindness,
Scourge of misunderstanding,
Sword of greed out of its scabbard
Our wine of hope runs out.

So his mother, a woman - wise and blessed,
She said
Do whatever he tells you
This puzzled them,
However, alarmed, and confused,
They did,
And the wine flowed.

On reflection, perhaps,
We may still drink of that wine,
Of wedding bliss, of joy,
In celebrating another's happiness,
And in turn making ourselves happy.

Hmmm,
Do whatever he tells you
She said
MORE WINE © gillena cox 2016



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 #74, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

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Blog hopping at the
Tuesday Platform

AND


Prompt Nights
– To travel is to take a journey into Yourself – [28]

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“I soon realized that no journey carries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us, it goes an equal distance into the world within.”  – Lillian Smith

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['Purple Unicorn wallpaper from yahoo dot com]

EMBERS EVER PRESENT EVER SUSTAINED
consumed by ragged reds,
oval oranges from sloping arcs,
under bridges purple in rainbow
gardens; let me paint you
a moon, slyly hidden
in the shadows of night,
where dreams are unicorns -
jeweled of every
carved stone, burnished
to an easel, etched in
the soul of a syllable
sight
vision
ardor
transporting rhythms of light
EMBERS EVER PRESENT EVER SUSTAINED © gillena cox 2016


Blog hopping today at

Out of Standard Fire from a Different Sun


[my video choice for today]

Monday WRites 73

[image from google dot com]

GROCERY QUESTIONS AND SMILES
Fruit and vegetables, plastic wrappings,
Pointy fingers of ochroes,
Bulbous curved cloves of garlic,
Bags of apples from trees overseas,
And the lane goes on, in listing choices

Cans of tuna, mackerel too,
Tomato soup, and garbanzo beans,
I'm stocking all this with awe;
Some with wonder too;
Then shes asks - the lady,
A stranger to me

Excuse me; What is a garbanzo?
So i smiled, and answered
"We call them channa
Some folks say chick pea too."
GROCERY QUESTIONS AND SMILES © gillena cox 2016

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Glossary
Channa - chick pea garbanzo bean; here in Trinidad, it is used as a filling in one of our street foods called doubles





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 #73, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

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Blog hopping today at

Prompt Nights – We tend to smile in the exact same language – [27]
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“What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life’s pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.” – Joseph Addison

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The Tuesday Platform

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RHYTHMS IN ZEPHYR
To my space in the garden,
I assign my chair, to watch
The breeze play the puppet master
As i sit in my prescribed seat,
I envy her charm, she can
Choreograph, with swan-like grace
If she so wills,
Or if she so wills, with firey tang
Of the flamenco,
She's gentle today, bordering zephyr.
RHYTHMS IN ZEPHYR © gillena cox 2016


Blog hopping today at

Flash 55 PLUS!
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[my video of choice today: Trinidadian panist Andy Narell - we kinda music]

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[image from google dot com]

MEDITATION TAUS
mesmerizing mosaics
milling around in minuscule
mobiles
music so magnetic
making mind's eye mandate
a mantra
a matrix
a meandering of spirit
MEDITATION TAUS © gillena cox



[image courtesy The imaginary garden]


Blog hopping today at

Artistic Interpretations with Margaret
- The Met's Musical Instruments Exhibit


[my video choice today, featured at The imaginary garden]