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[image courtesy dVerse]

A STUNNING TIMEJingle jangle bells of  merriment A faint memory of last year appears To add it place in today's firmamentThe season nears for reindeer flightsFancy the toys to every apartmentIn an edifice absent of chimneyWith kids, their eyes wide of wonderment.A STUNNING TIME © gillena cox 2022

Welcome to Monday WRites # 367

OCTOBER yeah!!! 

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). 

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BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITHQuadrille 162 - For Whom the Bells Toll

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LISTEN TO THE POEM I READ TODAY

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OLN 13th October 2022 - Come and kick up a can-can skirt with me!

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It was big of him to offer;

Such sentiments of camaraderie,

His smile spreading,

Like ready yeast

In a homemade bowl of dough

Good for the baking

They toast with aloe wine.

THE TOAST © gillena cox 2016 

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dVerse — Poetics – What’s Bubbling?

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THERE BY THE LAKE

   She was reading about him. They had labelled him egotist. So wrapped up in himself they said. He didn't stand a chance. They all lambasted him. All of them.

   Were there mirrors about in that time. Did they have  to coin a metaphor naming his plight? Was it not the first time he had seen this fair face? The face of his beloved? The face that spurned him so, to pine for love until he withered and died right there by the lake?

   Are we on reflection being fair to Narcissus?  Did he know that the face in the water was his? Wasn't there the underlying factor of rejection and curse?

   She read on questioning the norm. And all she would conclude after contemplation was, how romantic! 

   Are we now to conclude that to her death is quite romantic?

THERE BY THE LAKE © gillena cox 2016

Welcome to Monday WRites # 366

A happy OCTOBER to all

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). 

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Prosery – Bob Dylan 

challenged to use the line "To her, death is quite romantic" in a piece of prose not more than 144 words 

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UNDER AN UMBRELLA

How do i colour these rainy days?

Now that my palatte is scattered.

Now that my brush is loaded.

How do i colour the deluge?

Who will scold morning birds?

Do they ever sleep late, like we?

You can wallow on pillow mounds

Poo poo the downpour away

But daylight saunters in.

Cut me some slack, you plead.

Got to ponder raindrop peperomia.

Strut your butt under an umbrella.

  UNDER AN UMBRELLA  © gillena cox 2022

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Poetry Form: Traditional Mongolian Meter

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Like A Hurricane by Capicotto from google

ALL HUMANS

Just after the dust, facing masked countenance,
The dance between heaven and hell.
Borders of bombs, and children
With faces stained of estrangement,
Bereft of the beauty of sunflowers,
Bold before evening's coming.

Isn"t this enough?
Enough is enough!
The lament of sinners only provoke
The howling winds of more distraught days
With roof and tree strewn streets.

Bring all humans: cowering , saintly, or brave
Morph them into superheroes for future days.
ALL HUMANS © gillena cox 2022

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Poetics: Allen Ginsberg and the Beat Generation

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Link to Sweetest 100 Days of Christmas in T&T 

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Today's mosaic: How Does My Garden Grow

 A JIGZONE PUZZLE TO SOLVE ONLINE - 6 pieces

 

Welcome to Monday WRites # 365

OCTOBER is HERE

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). 

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❧✿❧OF COURSE AND TEAOff the beaten track best suited her.Weary of wheels of toiling day,Here is where she wished to stay.Like a bookmark spliced in were, The pages of  comfort  she now sought.Surely this umbrella of words ,Was her best shelter.And tea.© gillena cox 2022❧✿❧

BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITHQuadrille #161: Staying on Track

Mosaic Monday #192: Summer Farewell

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