Monday WRites 32

image from google dot com


TODAY'S WRITE
Bright of the morning, birds in sync
Light, snuggles against the tree top
Writers of old, they spilled the ink
Today, a flower on the desktop
A mouse clicks
Where a pen once dripped
Even sticky notes
From the settings rewrote
As light, snuggles against the tree top
Bright is the morning, with birds in sync
TODAY'S WRITE © gillena cox 2015



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 #32, ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



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The old shopkeeper wore khaki pants,
And counted on his wooden abacus;
Folks called his corner store chinee shop,
A good place to buy cheese and hop;
Penny bread and ching-chong talk,
While the beads flew forth and back;
Lanterns with tassels he sometimes hung
Red were the colour of the songs he sung
ABACUS © gillena cox 2015




Written for Kerry's prompt
FLASH 55 PLUS!

Today we have been challenged to write a poem a piece of poetry or prose on a subject of our choice in precisely 55 words

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Carnivorous pitcher plants on top of Mount Roraima from a google dot com search


RORAIMA PITCHERS
The lure of red in this surreal pliant
Mystify insects as if by magic chant
They lose their way
For as best they may
Into the stomachs of the pitcher plant

RORAIMA PITCHERS © gillena cox 2015


Written for Hannah's prompt
Transforming with Nature's Wonders

where the focus is Mount Roraima, and the landscape where Venezuala, Brazil and Guyana meet. Some of the oldest geological formations on earth, dating back to some two billion years ago in the precambrian.

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RECOVERY
June 2001, surgery again, i had braved myself through the pre process, until the day scheduled.
Truly the loneliest feeling , is being wheeled into an operating theater

a fading image
the crucifix on the wall
that struggle to rise
swimming out of the nadir
of surgery into the light

clear azure skies
surely angels are watching
as i return
the familiar patterns
familiar shapes of home
RECOVERY © gillena cox 2015

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October 1976 my uterus was taken out, in June 2001 my ovaries were removed, on each occasion because of benign growths, in my abdominal area, the doctors reported, left alone could prove fatal.
The grateful aspect of this scenario is however: i had already given birth to a daughter in 1971 and a son in 1973. So i was already blessed with the charge of carrying two healthy children and being a mother.

edited to include: this is by no means a complaint; but rather, just info

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Written for Susan's prompt
Midweek Motif ~ Recovery/healing

Monday Writes 31

TEA AND IXORAS

Its Monday morning;
My hands sense the warmth,
From a flower patterned teacup;
I walk out to the garden,
To look at the ixora bush;
Between sips of green tea,
An orange coloured butterfly,
With shades of brown,
And spots of white,
Wanders across the bush;
Lightly stopping on a bloom,
Drinks deeply from a flower,
Then flits across to another,
Drinks again, then flits back
To the one before,
And does the same;
We breakfast, the two of us,
The butterfly and i;
Me sipping and watching,
The butterfly while feeding,
Applauding the ixora's nectar;
An ordinary scene,
A Monday scene,
From the theatre of sustenance.

[first published at Poemhunter dot com 2009]
TEA AND IXORAS© gillena cox



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 #31, ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



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Linked to Mosiac Monday

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where are they now
those caterpillars
having eaten
the last of
the green leaves

bare knobby stems
remnants of a once vibrant
plumeria

the way tired bones
joined in skeletal array
wait for med students
to count them

© gillena cox 2015


Written for the prompt by Gayle Walters Rose
'Jisei, Japanese Death Poems' - at

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CHOICES
To be or not, to do if i please
Inhale large gulps of twitterings
Exhale with its orangeness
Evenings, curving into silhouettes

To do if i please, to be or not
Butterfly wings over feverfew
No one planted, yet the wind
Takes credit for these things

To be or not, to do if i please
I'll paint skies in cloudy hues
Silver is the morning light
That glistens over silent dew
CHOICES © gillena cox

Written for the prompt
Midweek Motif ~ Choice