Monday WRites 16

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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 #16, my poem today is a FOLD read more about this form here ; whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



MUNIFICENCE
For nougth but day, the light doth shine;
Stars move in easy pace, to spaces bound;
Look not toward heaven, with sad divine;
Within the mind, there dwells, honed report;
Thy heart, cherubic as the light doth shine;
In this, the transience of mortal blight
Why searcheth far away, to places not of thine;
Here now he dwells , while amongst as afar;
A wasteful effort, an insult, the searching tine;
The wild daisy thrives in heat and wind,
Generous charity, for the light doth shine;
© gillena cox






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Linking this to Tuesday Platform open mic at
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TIME
I sit on your window sill,
Balanced and composed,
My creation is complete;

I am made of eons and eras,
My belly had digested all,
That there is, was, and will be;

I am free, freer than a bird,
Or fish in the sea;
I move into yesterday,
Coming out of tomorrow;

Would you open your window for me?
We can frolic the throes of existence,
We can unmake history;

Pulling on a string of yarn, we’ll gather up
All that can be; and still be,
Whatever there already is.
© gillena cox



Revisit to read
of time
sometimes its time




Written in response to Susan's prompt today
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Time

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IN MY GARDEN
When the bough breaks
Then the blossoms profusely reiterate
A hardiness, a determination a will
Twice more to liven the days of bird’s thrill
Profusion can mimic the heat of dog days
I guess i just can seems what it says
Bright bougainvillea sprays furl again and again
On the parched dry earth awaiting the rain
© gillena cox 2015




Written for Marian's prompt today
The Tuesday Platform


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Linking also to
Ruby Tuesdays Too

Monday WRites15

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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 #15, my poem today is a FOLD read more about this form here ; whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites


WE BEAT
here rhythms and strides of a community
in celebrating the 'we beat' festival
still striving to preserve a unity
circling in an annual events sphere
spins rhythms and strides of a community
with their music crafts and skills
that spot called St James in the city
hones an outdoor bouquet a potpourri
when you get to the nitty gritty
the pulse of footsteps out in the street
are rhythms and strides of a community
© gillena cox






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FLOWER PETALS
Fallen petals
Carpets of words to describe
Wind’s fandangle
With ceremonial pomp to flights
Fantasy and fanciful streams
Colour the poet’s strands
Of ink filled quills
Spewing pinks, whites, purples
Words, phrases, word-phrases
Fallen petals
© gillena cox 2015



Written for the prompt
Bits Of Inspiration ~ Floral Explosion

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SUSTAINABILITY
It’s not just about today, tomorrow counts for sure;
One billion, two billion, how many of us will survive;
Should we continue thus to wage war?
Who will plant the trees in which our forests thrive?
Are we that selfish, not to taste the reward
To the lips of our children, yet to be born, to suckle
Their worth, in dynamic faith of future accord;
Oh but we must, we must learn peace the art of cuddle
Right here where goodness was wrought
© gillena cox 2015




Written in response to Susan's prompt today
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Sustainability

Monday WRites 14

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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 #14, my poem today is a FOLD read more about this form here ; whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites




SOLITUDE
Here, deep within the depths of my solitude,
When neither nature or reality seem able to wander;
Trapped and snared, are the hours of souls to intrude;
Dare i though, neither to hear, listen, or even to ponder;
I choose to taste the sweet depths of my solitude;
Licking the sweet treacle of alone-ness, here now to savour;
In ones and twos, three and fours, if ever a number to conclude;
The count of colourful bracts, on a sun filled day, so clever
In windswept passions, thoughts journey, far out to quietude
To galaxies, already set and waiting a manifestation; i waver
Not, in self swooned loneliness, deep the depths of my solitude.
© gillena cox





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Will link this to this week's Tuesday Platform open mic at
The Tuesday Platform