Monday, January 21, 2019

Monday WRites 190

This January, Moon grew big big, and round
As great sky held her tenderly, securely.
So surely she would not fall to the ground,
Like a yellow fruit, heavy and laden with flavour.
Yes, every so silently she grew, big big, and round
Birds sang to her, their sweetest thrills.
She sleeping by day, was no where to be found
Oceans knowing, swirled like frenzied worshippers,
While manic humans swayed to Siren sound
Ofttimes a moon crop is ever so special
Watchers whisper, she grew big big, and round
BIG BIG MOON © gillena cox 2019


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"To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work" Poetess - Mary Jane Oliver( September 10th 1935 - January 17th 2019)
I watched the supermoon did you?❧✿❧
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). A Happy Monday to all
Welcome to Monday WRites #190, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites.

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