Monday, July 6, 2015

Monday WRites 19

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

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RAIN
A cycle of nurture a circle of nature
From cloud to ocean such is this creature
Which morphs the silence to a tin roof jam
Lashing with might on the window jamb
Wakes one at will in the middle of the night
Vanishing the moon to a misty sight
Dancers will swerve in the heat of a drought
You’ll answer only if and when it’s your sport
© gillena cox 2015






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25 comments:

  1. Sanaa RizviJuly 6, 2015 at 8:03 AM

    Such a gorgeous poem this is :D
    You have captured so many elements of the rain.. I specially loved these lines:

    A cycle of nurture a circle of nature
    From cloud to ocean such is this creature

    Beautifully penned!
    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  2. Gillena CoxJuly 6, 2015 at 9:42 AM

    thanks for dropping in Sanaa

    much love...

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  3. Annie JeffriesJuly 6, 2015 at 12:15 PM

    Despairing of rain.
    Comfort and consolation
    Send us your dancers

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  4. Gillena CoxJuly 6, 2015 at 5:41 PM

    Hopes you get some rain soon Anne

    Much love...

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  5. brudbergJuly 7, 2015 at 6:44 AM

    Oh we have plenty of rain.. anyone who want some cold water?

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    1. Gillena CoxJuly 7, 2015 at 8:44 AM

      Lol thanks for dropping in Bjorn

      Much love...

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  6. Gemma WisemanJuly 7, 2015 at 7:00 AM

    The pounding dance of rain can be quite mesmersing.

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    1. Gillena CoxJuly 7, 2015 at 8:44 AM

      Indeed. Happy you dropped in Gemma

      Much love...

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  7. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJuly 7, 2015 at 8:55 AM

    Such active rain!

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    1. Gillena CoxJuly 7, 2015 at 12:54 PM

      thanks for dropping in and linking up Rosemary

      much love...

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  8. TimoteoJuly 7, 2015 at 11:59 AM

    We are in our monsoon season here, so this poem felt just right on my skin.

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  9. kaykualaJuly 7, 2015 at 12:06 PM

    It renders others to submission just by intrusion

    Hank

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  10. UnknownJuly 7, 2015 at 8:17 PM

    Makes me think of the Southwestern Native American festival during which dances are performed to encourage the monsoon rains.

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  11. GailJuly 7, 2015 at 8:29 PM

    I have some extra rain I'm shipping to the dry places.

    I like your poem.

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  12. Vandana SharmaJuly 8, 2015 at 1:05 AM

    I could feel every drop of rain as I read through:)

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    1. Gillena CoxJuly 8, 2015 at 6:00 AM

      Thank you for your appreciation Vandana

      much love...

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  13. Kerry O'ConnorJuly 8, 2015 at 7:59 AM

    We are experiencing one of the worst droughts in decades, so your evocation of the rain strikes a very real chord with me.

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  14. C.C.July 8, 2015 at 8:42 PM

    These two lines are my favorite because I love the sound of rain on a tin roof and also because I like what you've done here with the word play:
    "Which morphs the silence to a tin roof jam
    Lashing with might on the window jamb"

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  15. Susie ClevengerJuly 8, 2015 at 11:02 PM

    "morphs the silence to a tin roof jam" I love the sound of rain on a tin roof. Beautiful piece

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