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
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