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REFLECTION
From the aeroplane's window, my view
is of a vast seductive silent sea;
behoved to stories of pirates told to me;
Seafaring men of mystery who pursue
games of plunder under sun and moon;
shinning bright, illuminating deeds
of blood, and gore, and sowing seeds
of treasure while greedy hearts swoon;
Swashbuckling rowdies drinking rum
on a day of less adventure, light leisure
Crackling laughter, gold tooth, bare gum;
But the blind-folded one, whose displeasure
it is to walk the plank, not even the hum
of this aeroplane's engine, his soul's measure.

REFLECTION © gillena cox 2008
[first published at poemhunter dot com]

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My mind is a blank page this morning so I snuck in an oldie ❧✿❧ 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 #112, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites ❧✿❧




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Enjoy The Music


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Will Link to The Tuesday Platform

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NICE NICE
Old fashioned gal all nice nice,
Through my veins flows
Sugar and spice;

Most of the time anyways,
Till you mess with
What's mine is mine,

Squirrels and puppy dogs
Then better scamper away;
Cause i'm an old fashioned gal.
NICE NICE © gillena cox 2017


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“I Am Made of…” (Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly)



Revisit
10 June 2015

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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

Sheer fragrance

The wisdom of windows opened
To coolness, before
Yon petulant sun pouts like a naughty child,
Too torrid to melt desert sands,
Too yellow for narcissistic dreamers.
STAR OF THE MORNING © gillena cox 2017


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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.

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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



sky colours in sea -
children at Manzanilla
building sandcastles
© gillena cox 2017


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Midweek Motif ~ Ocean(s)
Susan's prompting

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“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

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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

Whiffs and wafts clouds looked from above
As phantom counting drought-scars below
Shhh! in ambles quick-draw overcast
And a riddle of bullets of rain
GHOST TOWN © gillena cox 2017

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Revisit
5 June 2015

Monday WRites111

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RAIN FLY
They danced like fairies, under the lamps;
An unstringed mobile in a windless dawn;
A stream of morning consciousness swamp,
Etheral stillness, mesmerizing rhythm,
Soundless, temporary wings, under the lamps;
The morning star, a lone bright light, kept
Sentient watch over night's dissolving ramp;
Assembling cloud wisps into grey mounds;
Fragile wings in courtship attraction to amps,
In the quiet street enlivening the new morning;
Rain flies, in amber glow under the lamps.
RAIN FLY © gillena cox 2009
[First published at poemhunter dot com]

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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
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Enjoy The Music

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Will Link to The Tuesday Platform

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JOY ABIDING
There really is this place abiding
Unicorn strides direct joy to everyday

No summer's heat or winter's snow
Joy above upholds moon's curved sky

A flourish, for air breathes happily
Weep of joy blossom from Poui Tree

And clouds reflect in rainbow arc
Again such joy as have come to pass
JOY ABIDING © gillena cox 2017


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Fireblossom Friday
It's Only A Paper Moon
THE CHALLENGE: Write something that makes us believe in something that isn't real.

Revisit
1 June 2015