Monday, May 8, 2017

Monday WRites 107

When I was a child:
Tomorrow was always stored
In a box labelled 'Certain'
Sky was in the 'Blue Box '
Clouds fitted nicely into 'White And Fluffy'

Years later, someone did some sort of re-filing:
Labelled 'Perhaps', that's where you find futures,
Paper-clipped to tomorrows.
The Blue Box still exists, but now,
There are sticky notes to sky.
One of which is phenomena
Hash tag #events
To find Clouds, one must shuffle through:
God, Cirrus, Cumulus, Ominous,
Tempests, Dreamy and Dragon.

Even if you are using your computer;
The present day process,
Is still that complicated #gruelling.
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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 #107, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

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