Monday, April 18, 2016

Monday WRites 54

[image courtesy imaginary garden]


READING UNDER A CLOUDSCAPE WITH DAY MOON
Page after page, activity and characters appear
Taking two dimensional form in mind invisible

A cup of tea, brewed right from a tea bag
There is no strain of creativity in such actions

Just a sense of knowing from remembering
What each sip warrants the maker's hands

But a sky chock full of puffy white clouds
Surrounding a day moon there in ambush

That's a surprise for a clear evening
Apparent just for a very few minutes
READING UNDER A CLOUDSCAPE WITH DAY MOON © gillena cox 2016



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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 #54, ❧✿❧ Todays write is linked to The Imaginary garden with real toads❧✿❧ Whats your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



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Written for Brendan's prompt
Turns of the Tale: Poetic Surprise
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
THE CHALLENGE: Discover something new by revisiting a favorite theme of yours from a different perspective.
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HARM AND BOON IN THE MEETINGS:by Jack Gilbert
We think the fire eats the wood.
We are wrong. The wood reaches out
to the flame. The fire licks at
what the wood harbors, and the wood
gives itself away to that intimacy,
the manner in which we and the world
meet each new day. Harm and boon
in the meetings. As heart meets what
is not heart, the way the spirit
encounters the flesh and the mouth meets
the foreignness in another mouth. We stand
looking at the ruin of our garden
in the early dark of November, hearing crows
go over while the first snow shines coldly
everywhere. Grief makes the heart
apparent as much as sudden happiness can.[courtesy the imaginary garden]