Monday WRites 117

[Robots - image from the internet]


FUTURE PERFECT(QUESTION MARK)
It is the time penultimate zone of new normal; people are just that people, Ego looks overs his people with courage, [fear has been banished, forever-?] if you read something in the news you do not like, you can *suck your teeth [in T&T*cheups] and say false news - false news , politics is about who visits whom, and who [ didn't], tweets are of birds and men.

Time does not exist; ceteris paribus, there is no chaos, if you leave The Village of A on Tuesday you can arrive at The Village of B on Monday [of the same week], there are no nights, [just sun and moon intervals], everything is clear cut, we are everything, and nothing then.

The couple next door is [having] a baby; they sit at the table, talking shop: colour of eyes, shape of nose, feel of hair, these are good people, they do not squabble, swaddled in sweet grey (very cute), said baby arrives, [via a reputable internet carrier] next day YOU WHOO!!!

Of the ‘old world’ though, wishes and history remain; her name is Gift, she looks at the baby then she asks the grownup standng next to her , “Auld-er , if you lived in the ‘old world’ [eons ago] what would you have liked to be, boy or girl? “girl answers Auld-er, I so love stilettos and would not have minded being a president’s wife,” “me too Auld-er” Gift chimes in, “and I so-o luv nail polish too.”
FUTURE PERFECT(QUESTION MARK) © 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 #117, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites ❧✿❧




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Aside
Roller Skate Stilettos: I came across this after i posted, so i edited to include it. This made me smile.

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[images: the art of Romain de Tirtoff - fair use]


LETTERS G AND Z
G is for grandma, whose name also starts with G
She is me
But Z starts the name of her granddaughter
Who fills grandma's day with laughter

Heart shapes,
Peeled grapes,
And mermaids,
These she love, and bead in her braids

Cotton candy, strawberry ice cream
Gummy worms seem,
Wiggly real, yet they taste yummy!
LETTERS G AND Z © gillena cox 2017



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Flash 55 PLUS!
Challenged by Kerry to write a 55 word new poem with an OPTIONAL EXTRA - to consider the art of Romain de Tirtoff a.k.a. Erté,

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Monday WRites continues next week; I'm staying offline this week; resting my eyes





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Happy Emanicaption Holiday [August 1st] Trinidad and Tobago

much love
gillena

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[a Karin Gustafson drawing]


a bawling mouth, they met

it was the very first time
she held a baby in her arms

here was a miracle
cradled in a smell of newness
suckling sweetly
© gillena cox 2017


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A Glance at Narrative

Karin shared some of her art and asked us to choose one and write a narrative, I chose the image above and wrote a Cherita - Malay word for “story” or “tale”.

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[image from google dot com]


ROSE BUDS AND DEW
There among the misty clouds,
In that place of dreams,
Where travelers slip through,
Depths of vision and waver

Then again,
You were, for real, who knew but me and you,
Our first? meeting -

There you were breaking my ♥ heart,
For the first time,
May be even once 💕 hearts ,
Ought to be broken.
All of first gifts are given
From the same cloud

There you are ever first,
To remain in my love,
Steadfast: as dream, reality, better half,
Better still, my first everything that ever matters.
ROSE BUDS AND DEW © gillena cox 2017

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Paul prompts: "Please pen me a poem that speaks in some way of a 'First Time,' one already met or perhaps to come."


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Revisit
SOUL MATES

Monday WRites 116

WHERE WORDS TRANSPORT
After checks and scans from security,
Welcoming doors test reading savvy,
Here; In is in and Out is out,
Of this there is no doubt

Climbing stairs not your delight?
Elevators will surly suffice,
Oh! but the coffee shop,
Skip in first and then go up

So many authors, affix a name
To hopes and dreams now ours to claim,
Lining shelf after shelf,
Passions and foibles give of itself,
So all the world could dream dreams,
Visiting faraway places in this scheme

And outside, an assemble of pannists,
There to give of their grandest,
A free concert will draw many,
Hips to sway on any given day.
WHERE WORDS TRANSPORT © gillena cox 2017


edited to note: the building i wrote about is The National Library down town Port of Spain

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The new moon is out, and wishing you kindness in its light ❧✿❧ 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 #116, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites ❧✿❧






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Monday Mosaic #50


Weekend Mini Challenge: Buildings
Kim who likes the way in which Philip Larkin’s poem The Building conveys the physical appearance and atmosphere of a hospital without once using the term ‘hospital’, through the use of certain words and connotations; has challenged us to write a new similar poem

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[Steelband assembled outside on the NALIS (NationalLibrary) compound Port of Spain July 2017]

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[Phantom of the Opera Venetian Masquerade Mask from google dot com]

FOUR MOVEMENTS _ MASK
I
The mask shows
It tells
There's never the lie

II
A sinister power dared to show
The mask of soul allowed to agent

For too small is ego
And too large is spirit

Yet mask of go-between
Perfect in its application


III
Spa day, we peel and daub
In doll house feminine
Transforming stress to dust of dust


IV
Bigger than the phoenix
The fire risen in depths
Of passion
The phantom and the dance of life
Plays on
FOUR MOVEMENTS _ MASK © gillena cox 2017


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Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Masks


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