Tuesday, October 18, 2022
977
KINDLY MOON
How now kindly moon?
You full out the night with
Your enhancing round of brilliance:
Where there lovers
Under your umbrage?
Silhouettes of passion passing
The time of drawing cobalt sky:
Any annoyance sated in sweet kiss
Of dark tree shadow
Then further you to traverse
To a smile in the night blanket of sky
© gillena cox 2022
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REVISIT
Monday, October 17, 2022
976
[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!!!
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REVISIT
Thursday, October 13, 2022
Tuesday, October 11, 2022
974
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 2016Monday, October 10, 2022
973
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
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Welcome to Monday WRites # 366
A happy OCTOBER to all
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Prosery – Bob Dylan
REVISIT
Thursday, October 6, 2022
972
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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HAPPY SEASON
Tuesday, October 4, 2022
971
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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HAPPY SEASON
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