Monday, June 5, 2017


[image from pixaby dot com]

Under eyebrow of day
Shone resplendent sun
Pistols emptied in shells of ray
Vacant the concrete of everyone
Except for snippets of murmuring breeze
Scant this ghost town a forever siesta

Whiffs and wafts clouds looked from above
As phantom counting drought-scars below
Shhh! in ambles quick-draw overcast
And a riddle of bullets of rain
GHOST TOWN © gillena cox 2017

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5 June 2015

Monday WRites111

[image from pixabay dot com]

They danced like fairies, under the lamps;
An unstringed mobile in a windless dawn;
A stream of morning consciousness swamp,
Etheral stillness, mesmerizing rhythm,
Soundless, temporary wings, under the lamps;
The morning star, a lone bright light, kept
Sentient watch over night's dissolving ramp;
Assembling cloud wisps into grey mounds;
Fragile wings in courtship attraction to amps,
In the quiet street enlivening the new morning;
Rain flies, in amber glow under the lamps.
RAIN FLY © gillena cox 2009
[First published at poemhunter dot com]


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The rains are definitly here, no drizzle or spinkle no tease; I haven't seen any rain flies yet, but they will soon be aroundd ❧✿❧ 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 #111, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

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