Monday WRites 109

SENTINELS
as rain sneaked in
charcoal grey of nighttime
silent sentinel Poui
drank to their full and then
they burst into bloom splendor
SENTINELS © gillena cox 2017

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Getting some drizzles only to tease not to cool these days ❧✿❧ 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 #109, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
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HOLES
The wall clock is round, but, the holes in the lacy table centerpiece were hooked in, with the art of crochet; my grandma taught me about chains and trebles; she slipped through the hole of existence, gone to the other side, quite a long time ago and I'm still looping these tiny bits of nuances together, lacing her memory into beautiful reminders.
© gillena cox 2017


Blog hopping with

Bits Of Inspiration ~ Mixed Media Art
[Susie's prompt is to write a poem from your immediate surroundings.]

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THE BICYCLE
Two wheels
their spinning magic
and soft whirring

took me to kindergarten one day
the green dots
dotted a white cotton dress

My father rode his bike
in poverty
proud
way back then
THE BICYCLE © gillena cox 2017

Blog hopping today with
Poets United Midweek Motif
~ Bicycles, Tricycles or Unicycles
[Susan says "There are far fewer poems with a cycling motif than  there should be.  Let's fix that!" Susan is prompting today]
This year is the 200th anniversary of the bicycle, introduced in  Germany in 1817.

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Revisit
17 May 2016

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WORDS FIND ME
I’m here and there, when words find me,
Ink scrambles, flowing thoughts on doodles,
Though leaves have uncanny sense to flee,
Phrase bound are motifs smooth and serrated;
Games of catch and hold, when words find me,
Frieze syllable by syllable, undressing memory,
Bared to whispering wind or howling banshee ,
Thoroughly shredding paper past and future;
Ensnared are shackled twigs to tree,
Sunlight strums, so symphonies can shuffle,
Silhouettes, add depth of form when words find me
WORDS FIND ME © gillena cox 2017

Blog Hopping today with

The Tuesday Platform

Revisit
16 May 2016
16 May 2015

Monday WRites 108

TODAY IS SPROUTING
In furls of my joy,
And flavour of my skin,
Therein, dwell tiny atoms of divine.

Tis grace, by which dawn is gifted,
Daily to tug at ribbons of sun rays,
Unwrapping hieroglyphics in bird song.

Daily, awe breathes sweet scent
Of bee's hum.
Life sparkle of leftover night stars,
Sprinkle gardens with gratitude.

Thanksgiving blossoms by every hue and tint.
TODAY IS SPROUTING © gillena cox 2017

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Hope all you mothers had a wonderful day yesterday ❧✿❧ 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 #108, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
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Mosaic Monday # 40

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MAKING MYTHS [4] DRAGON
It all started at the edge of earth, where man and beasts lived together, each keeping to their own kind, a very long time ago. When one day: in sauntered Dragon, strutting his scales and fire belly.

Then up comes The Steal-er who shouts, looking him up. "Who do you think you are? stalking through my town, proud, dragon-proud" Dragon retorts: looking him down. "Where? are, my treasures, you thief! you scalywag! Where are my gold, my diamonds, my rubies and sapphires? You take my things without a care" "Shut your mouth! You fire-spewing-reptilian-whatever." Shouted The Steal-er.

And so, the fire dragon inhaled, keeping his fire. He stood there, at the edge of the earth just smirking. Earth started getting warmer and warmer and warmer. (He is still standing there, smirking) Today, folks all over the globe, are everyday, talking about global warming.
MAKING MYTHS [4] DRAGON© gillena cox 2017

Blog hopping today with

Mythical Prejudice (Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly)
The Challenge: to write a 3-stanza poem or a very short story (313 words or fewer) that explores prejudice from the point of view of a mythical creature who is part of our modern world.

see also
Dragon
- In folklore...a creature often portrayed as hoarding a treasure
The Year of the Dragon
- Fortune, Career, Health, and Love Prospects in 2017
Wiki List of Dragons

Revisit
making myths 1
making myths 2
making myths 3

Enjoy The Music

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[image courtesy Isadora Gruye]

NUTMEG ICE CREAM
I'm being self-centred now
The guy across the table from mine
Keeps salting his beer

The taste of nutmeg ice-cream
Mutes my palette so I hear
Only the rhythms of my heart

Light sparkles across the water
Of the bay down below
In competition with the banana boats

My thoughts meander
Across the water riding each ripple
Just for this evening

In a New Banana Town - population: you
I refuse to return a smile
To anyone especially a stranger
NUTMEG ICE CREAM © gillena cox 2017


Blog hopping today with

Out of Standard - Photo Finish
Isadora Gruye is prompting today

Enjoy The Music


Revisit
11 May 2016
11 May 2015