Monday WRites 148

[for today's mosaic, i used 5 internet images]

SECOND CHANCES
Paradise again in sight,
To approach gate where angels keep guard,
Get close enough to pick some fruit,
Lay in the splendor of grasses lush,
Picnic to sparkling wine, fruit of vine,
All this for price of Reedeming Blood,
The Stone rolled away to clear a path,
To call out Our Father,
A Second chance, again to be heirs.
SECOND CHANCES © gillena cox 2018



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HAPPY EASTER. 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 #148, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

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Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day

April Second
Prompted by Karin and challenged "second," in any of its forms, is your prompt for today

AND


Mosaic Monday # 79


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REVISIT
2 April 2017
2 April 2015

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FIRST WOMAN-BLOOD
Knots and medals, songs and pledges to survival, all these tie in to Menarche Days. Here we are on Camp. "April Jubilee Friendship Camp Trinidad at Golden Groove, 1964" hosts Girl Guides from various countries and walks of life. We eat our slices of cantaloupes at breakfast. For me, it is the first time i am tasting this fruit. Bright, beautiful as morning sun rising, sweet and delicious.
However; later in the evening, embarrassment hones its way in, in a wet sticky way. I feel a bit left out of the bigger picture; and i silently, [in my mind] wag a finger of disapproval at my mother, because the other girls tell me, it was their mother, not their father, who had explained to them about The Menstrual Cycle.

camp fire songs
under a bright night's moon -
first woman-blood
FIRST WOMAN-BLOOD © gillena cox 2018


REVISIT
1 April 2016
1 April 2015 #39
1 April 2015 #40


Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day

April One / One Love
Prompted by Marian and challenged to Let's write poems about being first, or on the subject of one--the power of one, one love, first in line, one is the loneliest number, we're number one--you got it. Go!

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TREASURES
Precious fluid is ink scrawling in
conversations of preserving
in quiet time,
when sleep spreads a blanket of sky,
and stars twinkle, to rhythm of cobalt night,
then mostly,
communion of ink scrawlers start their trysts.

Precious are these phases of constructs,
building syllables, stacking words, weaving treasures,
when poetic muses hold their simultaneous assemblies.

Only at the level of similar thoughts
do these councils meet,
sometimes tapping letters; uppercase,
lowercase, hyphens and accents.

They weaves their wonders [each in his own space]
and,
store these treasures, knowing future seekers
someday will exclaim a find.
TREASURES © gillena cox 2018


Revisit
31 March 2016
31 March 2015


Blog Hopping with

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Treasure
Sumana is prompting

Monday WRites 147

[Today's Mosaic revisits some of my past Hosanna images]


SINGING HOSANNA
As we sing our Hosannas,
We remember a time,
When a Saviour on a donkey,
Was held in esteem high;
Only later to be denied,
Yet later still,
His forgiveness we did secure.
So we sing our Hosannas,
A people redeemed,
By grace so given.
SINGING HOSANNA © gillena cox 2018

Hosanna

On Palm Sunday, we celebrate the first joy of the season of Lent remembering the triumphant into Jerusalem of Jesus the Messiah. But this is only the beginning of Holy Week, the greatest tragedy and sorrow of the year for Christians. A Happy Holy Week to all: Sunday, 25 March to Saturday, 31 March 2018.
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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 #147, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

ENJOY THE MUSIC



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Blog hopping with


#78

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Tuesday Platform


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REVISIT
26 March 2016
Holy Week 2017

520

[image from google dot com]


THENCE CAME THE RAIN
Are there any new waters or songs to croon
From the days of Noah to nearest blue moon
For waters have coursed throughout the land
Sometimes pausing to rest in surfing our sand

Unseeming clouds drink heartily to their fill
To out-pour upon trees and roofs in timely will
We love this deliverence whence gentle rain
We groan and gasp in torrents for such its bane

Where is your beginning where is your end
Circle of life rhythm of infinite blend
© gillena cox 2018



NOTE
I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven
By the gods. Nature then takes me, to adorn
Her fields and valleys.
I am beautiful pearls, plucked from the
Crown of Ishtar by the daughter of Dawn
To embellish the gardens...
1. Inspiration from Khalil Gibran - Song of The Rain Vii

2. This year's 2nd Blue Moon - March 31 2018


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REVISIT
more words of water 2017
more words of water 2016
more words of water 2015


Blog hopping today with

Weekend Mini Challenge: The Heroic Couplet
Prompted by Kim Russel

519

[image from pixaby dot com]


YOU AND ME
Ah yes good memories whisper to heart.
Those days we curved into one blossom
Of loving;
Fragrant as lavender, heady as aphrodisia.
Music of one beat shared by two beings;
In a rhapsody of stairway to heaven.
And once stardust blinked eyelids,
We stretched sated love across lips,
In lazy goodnights;
Sweetest of dreams default.
YOU AND ME © gillena cox 2018

REVISIT
22 March 2016
You and me 2015
You and me 2016


Blog hopping today with

You and Me
Prompted by Marian

AND


Friday 55

518

[yellow splash from Bing dot com; I added text and frame]

YELLOW HEADACHES
Growing up as the first, the oldest
Was truly burdensome
Truly burdensome

Such a one as me had to deal with blame
For everyone else's naughtiness
Everyone else's

Then there was the sister, fourth in line
Third sister of mine
Yes third sister of mine

Of all the ways for attention
She used to have yellow headaches
Yes my friends yellow headaches

Growing up as the first, the oldest
Was truly burdensome
Truly burdensome
YELLOW HEADACHES © gillena cox 2018



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Blog hopping today with

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Colour (Color)
Susan is prompting



21 March 2017
21 March 2016
Colour 2015