Monday WRites 97

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ETERNITY SPANS A BOND
Incredibly so, i will, love you forever
Fear not, of earnest span of time
There are days, still in the mind of ever;
And sorrows, i will turn to ash on fire,
My promise bequeath, i will, love you forever;
Who dresses lilies so cleverly in fields?
Surely, such talent, such finesse can never
Diminish or pale, in the scale of eternity,
Your burdens i can carry them, however
Weighty they may be, come to me in times
Of trouble and of joy, i will, love you forever.
ETERNITY SPANS A BOND © gillena cox 2017

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



ALSO

Blog hopping with

Prompt Nights
Through the eyes of my friend – [12]

359

[2016 Children's Carnival in St James]

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children's carnival Sunday

the thin wafer of morning moon
has vanished like a Cheshire cat

in the afternoon
the main street thronged
with dancing children
© gillena cox 2017

Blog hopping today with

And the Moon ~ Micro Poetry



Revisit
19 Feb 2016

358

LOVE LOVE LOVE
Tis good to stand on feet of air,
With songs of wind, in melodious vibe;
Hearts sprout wings, in ardous flight,
In fanciful ethereal fawning;
Love trends us fanciful foolish,
Whence cowardly tenders, ply in their loss.
LOVE LOVE LOVE © gillena cox 2017



Blog Hopping with

Prompt Nights – Love’s a night-song sweet sung by the tender strokes of wind – Valentine’s Day Special

AND

The Tuesday Platform






Revisit 14 February 2016


Happy St Valentines Day to all pro-romantic lovers who visit my blog today




[all heart images gillena cox 2017]

Monday Writes 96

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ITS THE MUD THAT LUVS US
Wallowing in our comfort zones,
Is not the taste of Mondays;
Penultimate to the hype of carnival,
Indeed just the opposite.

Altars of reverence are deserted,
Adulting factors of brain go warp.
A communal mayhem dances,
To the feverish pace, of bacchanalia.

And yes!
Mud always, its the mud that luvs us,
As we become our own primal Adam.
ITS THE MUD THAT LUVS US © gillena cox 2017

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



ALSO
recycling the Trini saying "like hog luv mud" and responding to
Recycle a Saying (Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly)

...





Revisit
Welcome to Monday WRites
13 February 2015
13 February 2016


Monday 27th and Tuesday 28th February, Carnival in Trinidad and Tobago, year 2017

356

STAYING AFLOAT
There's a hole in the wall for peeking
At life as it passes by
Some days there be sunshine and roses
Caterpillars looping by
Some days the rainbows fit small puddles
Where paper boats saileth by
After the clouds have had a good cry
Butterflies venture to fly
STAYING AFLOAT © gillena cox 2017



Blog hopping with

Walls prompted by Marian





Revisit
...Ants busy along a wall
...mocking bird on the wall
... patterns on the wall

Monday WRites 95

HEAT OF ROSEBUDS
Let strands of night in somber tones
Where want of cup and harried lore
Forbid they were two 💕 hearts enshrined
And lust laid pon the altar bare
Bearing blossom sweet of night stalk
Candied kisses did fine procure
Oft wandered and now enlivened
Deed of satiety thus adorned
For rosebuds red and stations bare
Though threadbare hope to union one
Tis fabric weaved to moon dust song
Rhythm of stars 🌟 did pledge anon.
HEAT OF ROSEBUDS © gillena cox 2017

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Will Link to

The Tuesday Platform
Its open mic on Tuesdays

354

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DRIFTWOOD
Big brother can envision blood of hopelessness
Tempest brews in coffee mug
Only cause its still morning, not yet noon
When shadows line up something gets lost
Can self be found in pouting lips of curls and whey
Man Friday, Man Friday, where art thou
Lost voices cry, in sand, of beach,
Like wilted discoverers
DRIFTWOOD © gillena cox 2017

Blog hopping with

Flash 55 PLUS!
Challenged by Kerry O'Connor : to Write a piece of poetry or prose on a subject of your choice in precisely 55 WORDS. We were also given the optional plus to use words and phrases from the novel 1984 by George Orwell.






English translation of the song HERE