STAR OF THE MORNING
Morning star, guides dawn to a nice shelter,
From which her blanket of night, can be folded;
Halves, quarters, eights,
Enough to stash away into bird songs
Gifting tweets and trills
Words Count With Mama Zen
ASSIGMENT: visit Astrology.com to get your tarot card for the day (it's free; no sign-up). Explore the meaning of your card. Treat it as a joke, a portent, a really cool piece of art - whatever suits your muse. Just make sure your muse keeps her musings to 60 words or less.
[images from google dot com]
you susurrate your daydreams in wave,
Atlantic - of frothy white secrets, they've
come and gone: galleon, caravel, carrack,
swivel your globes, dare to look back
sea grapes line borders of winding paths,
like swirling skirts of constraint to wrath,
ancestry frolics in face of watery heave,
sand bucket and spade steady play, perceive
“You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is like an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.” ― Mahatma Gandhi
[image from pixaby dot com]
GHOST TOWN
Under eyebrow of day
Shone resplendent sun
Pistols emptied in shells of ray
Vacant the concrete of everyone
Except for snippets of murmuring breeze
Scant this ghost town a forever siesta
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
❧✿❧
