Monday, July 27, 2020

Monday WRites 256


[TODAY'S MOSAIC: how i feed me]


[Quadrille - Bramble]

Through the bramble they went,
With basket in hand.
Oh precious time spent;
He, Annie, and sister Rhand.
Since those days were hottest,
And season so dry,
The berries were fullest;
Some to savor, and some for pie.
Nary a thought,
That danger awaits.
© gillena cox 2020

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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
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #256: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧ It was a rainy thunder-y week with a sunny Wednesday, here last week. We wait to see what the weather holds for us this week


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Blog hopping today with

Mosaic Monday
#90: Vintage Homes

AND


Quadrille#108
Among the Brambles
Prompted by Linda


REVISIT
The Red House
27 JuLY 2015
like a doll's house

Monday, July 20, 2020

Monday WRites 255


[Today'mosaic: smiles and mashed potatoes]

He loves me, he loves me not. That was now her frequent pastime. Plucking fragile petals off her garden daises. Was this what love and trust had come to? A classic determination of personal enquiry?
Weather permitting, she would see him later on this evening, one more time before he set sail to the vast blue yonder.
Turning her face skyward, she sighed. A red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills. She shifted her gaze. At her feet her litter of daisy flowers looked sad, scattered, torn apart for no other reason but insecurity. Oh well she might as well start peeling those potatoes for tonight's late supper.
© gillena cox 2020
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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
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #255: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧


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Blog hopping today with

Mosaic Monday
# 89: A-campin' We Did Go

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Jazzing it up on Prosery Monday
Prompted by Lillian to include the line a red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills
from Jazz Fantasia by Carl Sandberg


REVISIT
20 JuLY 2016
20JuLY 2015
we are on Camp


Wednesday, July 15, 2020

739


lovers will naturally hold hands

synchronized strides carry them along
wearing their matching masks

there might be smiles beneath
as they nod to people in the street
seeing things in a new light
© gillena cox 2020


Blog hopping today with

Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scriblings #28: Seeing Things


REVISIT
15 JulY 2019
15 JulY 2017
...soul mates

Monday, July 13, 2020

Monday Writes 254


[Today'mosaic: Flowers And A Scribble]

QUADRILLE BLUE
Were it not for ink blots on
Blue pleated skirts, one
Could have pondered heaven
In colours ruddy or golden, even
If the drill masters chalked
Formulas of h20 and balked
Footsteps etched forever on the moon;
Mystery clung to distance all to soon.
QUADRILLE BLUE © gillena cox 2020
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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
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #254: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧


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Blog hopping today with

Mosaic Monday
#88: Glory in the garden

AND


Quadrille #107 Blue Monday
Today's prompt from Kim is "blue"


REVISIT
13 JuLY 2016
13 JuLY 2015
...sky is blue 2015


ENJOY THE MUSIC: All Too Soon (Stephen Hatfield) - Kokopelli and Mascato





Wednesday, July 8, 2020

737



at sign of peace hands reached out to
clasp and shake a pact of forgiveness

but things were different back then

now even holy water fonts
hold tiny bouquets of floral adornment
instead of water for dipping a blessing

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what are hands for the question asks

of a pandemic world gloved
masked and forever searching

the eyes of beholders
seeking answers
in new normal question-dom
© gillena cox 2020


Blog hopping today with

Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #27: Things Were Different Back Then

Monday, July 6, 2020

Monday WRites 253



STILL CARRY YOUR SMILE - A FOLD
Team 'Super Heroes' is called to wear the mask,
Covering our lips but never once our hearts;
We are ready, willing, able to take on the task;
Covering our noses remembering smell of roses,
Carrying smiles though called to wear the mask;
In pain of pandemic the art of learning chalks,
Hand washing songs for a simple multitask,
On a world wide stage of greatest grievance;
Who is watching, who will applaud this masque?
Will there be standing ovations at the end
Of our performance? called to wear the mask.
STILL CARRY YOUR SMILE - A FOLD © gillena cox 2020


How to construct The Fold Poem HERE
and HERE


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So July is upon us, We are into the second half of the year. And our second month of the Rainy Season here in Trinidad and Tobago
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #253: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧ What's happening with easing of lockdown where you are. Churches can now carry a seventy five percent congregation, here in T&TšŸ‡¹šŸ‡¹


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Mosaic Monday
#87: TIME


REVISIT
6 JuLY 2015
a smile a nod...2018
behind the mask 2016


ENJOY THE MUSIC 'Nat King Cole ~ Smile (lyrics)'