Monday WRites 321

 Today's mosaic a photo and  water colour painting. Sky Over The Falls

 

You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is  Monday WRites  (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).

Welcome to Monday WRites # 321: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.

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Mosaic Monday #152: The Land of Enchantment

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Haibun Monday 10-25-21: Fear

Challenge - to  write a haibun

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HAIBUN - FEAR

My heart thumps the wildest, when the earth shakes

the slightest tremor, the loudest quake. Seconds of life slip away. To where i retreat, my mind leaves

no trace. Like dying again and again, without the preps for the surgeon's knife. 

The knives, bombs, guns, that anger and hatred dish out to  the starving appetite of war,

via mass media, be it fact be it  fictions. Those stories i can live without. Such are the violent events that bring terror to my heart. 

There is fear too in loneliness, but there, challenges for joy in solitude reward the willing learner.

sometimes the dawn

lingers too long in absence

of bird whistles

© gillena cox 2021

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25 October 2016
wallsclosing in
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Then Came The Pandemic Locknut

Humans hiding why should we care?

Something's amiss way over there

In lockdown ?

All of the doors shut and bolted?

And the window views assorted?

A lockbox!

Is that how the blue planet is?

Measuring distances gee whiz!

Sure lockout!

They are dealing with health issues?

Is there a shortage of tissues?

A locksmith?

Why would they be in need of him

When scientist have made vaccines?

Their lockset.

© gillena cox 2021

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lockdown...1
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Poetry Form: Compound Word Verse

Challenged to  write A Compound Word Verse. Poetry form invented by Margaret R. Smith that consists of five 3-line stanzas, for a total of 15 lines. The last line of each stanza ends in a compound word and these compound words share a common stem word which is taken from the title. The Compound Word Verse (3 lines) has a set rhyme scheme and meter as follows: Rhyme Scheme: a,a,b Syllable/Meter: 8, 8, 3

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Monday WRites 320

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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 for eg the rite of afternoon tea).

Welcome to Monday WRites # 320: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.

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Quadrille night: ashes to ashes

Challenged to  Write a quadrille which included any form of the word ash

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Her ashen countenance, matched well her fear; 

Perched at her scared window view.

What was the matter,

With the day's overcast was, its silence.

No words spoken in warning to anyone,

Just this ominous hue,

Of lies already told, not now to be repeated.

 A Halloween Dread © gillena cox 2021

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18 October 2017
...with ashes
...ashes might soothe...

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Four Stanzas of Grey voiced by gillena cox 

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  14 October 2015 

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UNREQUITED

A sword it was to strike at the heart

Sharp, swift in mercy, no glint of light

How can a season of rain torrent through

To the silence, without the warning thunder

Yet, there it be; fixed, pinned to heartbreak

That foolish allusion of love; unrequited offerings

To underserved  stalwarts of selfish worth

Pierced, friezed,  a sacred monument of dotish pleasure

No lamb, no sacrifice 

Only pain, angst, and longing nailed

To a parapet of learning.

Regrets are wasted in continuous flow of life's river

© gillena cox 2021

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Poetics: From a place of pain

Challenged to  write your way out of a place of pain

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12 October 2020
12 October 2017
12 October 201​5

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Monday WRites 319

 

 

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Mosaic Monday #151: On a Mission

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 Blue Monday: Faith

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Prosery: The Waste Land

Challenged to  Write a piece of flash fiction or other prose no more than 144 words that includes the line given: “What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish?”--The Wasteland, T.S. Eliot

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TWO NEW WORDS

It was in deep quiet, that he had returned to his friend's planet - Earth. They had promised to keep in touch by siman, but he was never one who liked wrist watches, those times he had sojourned on earth. So he just never got around to keeping in touch. But he knew his friend Adam would welcome him anytime he wanted to visit back.

Where were the cars, the buses, the trains, the aeroplane noises,  the men and women walking the dogs. 

What was happening to his friend's blue planet earth?

As he walked a familiar path; the words he once met came to mind again “What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish?” In short where was everyone, what was happening. 

Later at his friends house he met with the words pandemic and lockdown. © gillena cox 2021

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11 October 2016
11 October 2015
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WHISPERS

The yellow ixoras have responded
To the rain showers
Opened like radiant fairy umbrellas

There are children out in the street
Walking past the curb
Now with the phased openings

A passing car is vibzing
One hundred days Christmas music
Like a mobile parang radio station

I saw the clouds darkening again
But no thunder sounded
In the vast ominous above

In a beautiful gilded way
The evening sun is whispering sayonara
Listen! shh, listen.
© gillena cox 2021

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7 October 2016.2
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