Monday WRites 216

Today's mosaic - Graptophyllum pictum, caricature plant leaves from my garden 2019,

DESTINED UNIONS
Listen the raindrops dropping from the sky
Where does one hide from darkness of night
Perhaps wishes need clamber way up on high
Where mountain-kissed clouds surrender be
Do you hear raindrops dropping from the sky
Are there dreams unspoken and concealed
Moonlight and starlight and wondrous sigh
Birthing paths where direction takes root
In nebulous contemplating silent cry
There alpha and omega lead and follow
In destined unions dropping from the sky
DESTINED UNIONS © gillena cox 2019


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How do you feel about rainy Mondays, guess now a days , the answer is bring it on since there's a heat wave on in most parts. Still The 'Carpenters' didn't share those feelings at some time past.
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Quadrille #84IS THERE
In a sky freckled of fireworks,
is there an independent moon?
To question loud booming celebrations
Of man-made notions:
That Freedom must first be fought,
Then bought,
Since shackles of dystopian dreams
Feed off olive branches bare of doves and partridges.
Well is there?
IS THERE © gillena cox 2019

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29 July 2015
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DANCE
Dance, dance in the rhythm of moonlit nights
For time is young in hearts of thou and me
Petit, my waistline swerves under your sights
Milky way and morning dew ours be
Ride the waves this night upon open sea
As you dance me pulsing to skirt swirling
Nary a tango nor a waltz furling
Just twined hearts may carry such a passion
Of a night destined among the whirling
When stars twinkle only for this session
DANCE © gillena cox 2019


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24 July 2017


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Monday WRites 215

Today's mosaic is titled 'July Past' and is made up of past July images posted at my blog Lunch Break.
to see the first postings visit
patterns of light passion pink petals painting

MORNING CUES
A spontaneous pattern of sunlight
Shadows paint on the ground
Forms indeed an intricate sight
It is morning they surround
But then came the thunder sound

And then it rained and rained
A curtain of raindrops well trained
Was now set to the window view
Not to be drawn there as if chained
Awaiting the next of morning cue
MORNING CUES © gillena cox 2019

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AMBROSIA NIGHTS
Nights were, when the calming scent of Ambrosia
Wrapped me like skin, cuddling like moon perimeters

Keeping me secured and enlightened stayed confined
My thoughts never drifted beyond the sound of breath

My heart was light with giggles and laughter, heady
As if consumed of wine in long stem glasses, cheers!

My wishes were pasted to eternity stretching into
Unknown places sensed in the sensuality of moment

Etched in the echoes of time silent and unwavering
You held me tenderly you were scented in Ambrosia
AMBROSIA NIGHTS © gillena cox 2019


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Monday WRites 214

[Today's mosaic 'Raindrops on Leaves']

RAINDROPS
raindrops
with fitted sense
they assembly themselves
see how they round out on the leaves
like that!
RAINDROPS © gillena cox 2019

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Little Red Dots

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Quadrille #83 & 8th anniversary
where the challenge is a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting your title), with the given word – sun.

RAIN WITNESS
All and sundry, they pop up to say hello to raindrops.
Caladium of the broad speckled leaf,
Xythosoma of the single red sheath petal ,
Fever Few of white petals and golden center
as well curious unknown ones,
All witnesses at the altar of Rain.
RAIN WITNESS© gillena cox 2019

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Cinque Terre, Italy - by Kookay

SEASONS MAY
Now that the Poui have gone shy of blossoms,
Blue green outline of mountains hem the sky line.
Grey clouds will skirt their way into many a morning
There to stay weeping,
Hushing excited thrill of dawn birds,
Shooing them off to hiding places.
Seasons come and sometimes linger before they go,
Ah but morning breaks, regardless of the
Her sun, dipping into the horizon of hours,
No matter how low.
SEASONS MAY © gillena cox 2019

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Whether Weather
Soaked to the bone
Onions

A MEETING WITH A GENIE (A tale, its fiction, not a poem)

A long long time ago, and far far away from home. A girl meets a genie. The genie offers her one wish, only she has to play strip poker with him, and this game has to be played in his bottle. How does a 20th century girl fit into a genie's bottle, you might ask. I have not the answer to riddles nor magic.

Okay so they make a date of it, this strip poker thing, this game, right there in the grey ambiance of a hustling Portobello Road. Then, he vanishes, as any good genie would.

She set about looking to buy herself a pack of playing cards. She knows the suits: diamonds(are a girl's best friend), hearts (oh the red queen of Alice's dream), spades (calling it as it is), clubs (ah yes, those meeting places and fun adults). She buys herself an attractive pack. Poker? poker? all the games she knows are go fish and old maid. Sadly sadly she must up her game plan.

A good distance behind the cell phone era, she calls her girl pal on the telephone. Ring ring.

"Yes i know the place, " answers girl pal. "There is a genie's bottle there?"

"Oh grown up! A crib is a space, is a bottle" she scolds girl pal dryly.

"So do you know how to play poker"

"Hear about the game lots, never played it i could ask my brother "

"O well guess i'll just have to be clumsy, play i wanted to win, and sulk while stripping. Oh and did i tell you? he is a wizard in the kitchen. Pots and pans dance to his every tune"

"Well then bon appetit, and go easy on the wine"

You had to go there didn't you, the easy bit i mean"

"Well ta taa, talk to you soon"
A MEETING WITH A GENIE © gillena cox 2019 (A tale, its fiction, not a poem)



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Written for Poets United
Telling Tales with Magaly Guerrero: a Pantry of Prose, #5 ~ Away from Home

Monday WRites 213

WORTH READING
There's always a story worth reading
A tale that someone has told
A story waiting for the sharing
With pictures sometimes in tow
There is for sure a story worth reading
Sitting alone or in company of friend
Always it is worth the listening
As to all present a story is read
Imagine the fun if you were being
The star in that story as it unfolds
Surely there is a story worth reading
WORTH READING © gillena cox 2019

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Here in T&T, school's out until September, leaving time for holiday camps, travel to vist family and friends abroad, and good old fashioned reading books for fun.
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Monday WRites 212

[all photos in today mosaic are oldies some you may have seen singly before]

WHETHER WEATHER
What's the weather like in your part of the world?
Weather you are in the throes of summer
Or whitewashed under winters's stole
The task is to weather those life storms
In gentle hope in your part of the world
Pray, plan, please our planet kindly
Submit to a higher wiser knowing spirit to hold
Us once more in tender embrace
We do not own this planet, we manage it, i'm told
Caregivers all: you and me, neighbours and friends
Steady, reins of stewardship, in your part of the world
WHETHER WEATHER © gillena cox 2019

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Hoping the weather is kind to you where ever you may be
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