Monday, January 31, 2022

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Welcome to Monday WRites # 334
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧well this is  Monday WRites  (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 
Goodbye dear January.

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A Winter Vacation Remembered

She calls me out; my sister,  to "see something." Not knowing what, i comply. The door is slightly opened enough for a cold draft to swing its way in. 

The scene before me is a snow globe. No,  not a snow globe; but all the little snow globes in the world, gathered together to perform a whirling dance.

Wow! What a sight. Awesome is the correct and very apt word for this first time spectacle to a warm blooded woman, from a hot sunny Caribbean island. 

The only whiriligig i know is leaves dancing in a burst of enthusiastic breezes. Leaves of all shapes colours both green yellow and brown. And its not an autumn scene. Its an ordinary Caribbean Dry season happening. 

So there i am with Ohhs eluding my throat escaping my lips. My eyes opened wide in wonder.

first time seeing snow -
a handful of flakes caught
a surreal feeling
© gillena cox 2022

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Today's mosaic 'From My Cherry Tree'

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Thursday, January 27, 2022

884

 

MAKE SOME MUSIC

I suppose on a sunny day

Buds glance a ray

Skies of azure

There be colour


However bright the pencil point

Words can anoint

A story told

In format bold


So wander not to far afield

Keep both eyes peeled

Voice those sad songs

To eager throngs

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Tuesday, January 25, 2022

883

[image from pixabay]

WHOLENESS

All the people i have met

In a lifespan designed

They have shifted sand

Beneath the toes of evenings


Relationships ebb leaving

Longing sighs and tender looks

Angry suns burnish cool skin

To an already cinnamon glow


In truth each day is a universe

In which we are tangled in the light 

Of stars only wanting to be 

The natural twinklers we are

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Monday, January 24, 2022

882

A mosaic of some of the cards i received in 2010 Year of The Tiger card exchange
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❧✿❧A look through the window In wet weather 
pinwheel jasminesshiver through gentle breezes -drizzle follows
Then in sunny weather like today, a mockingbird might skip along the cut lawn. Its scent  drawing  her in?  Her eyes can see a pecking ground from afar.© gillena cox 2022

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Wednesday, January 19, 2022

881


THESAURUS

The weight of words is surely 

Heavily loaded unto those of us

Earning a light passage of seemingly

Shallow phrases wrought from

Afternoon tea and cookies

Unless we search deeper and

Research our terms keener

Useless reckoning will befall

Such poets of lazy mettle

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Monday, January 17, 2022

880

MOI?

"Me? Why me of all people. Why do i have to leave my house to go on a picnic. The last time i did such a thing my children were toddlers. My husband was smitten with me and the Hollows was as green and eco friendly as God's Paradise. So why now. Why this. Do you owe me a favour i do not know about."

"And bring no book, for this one day We’ll give to idleness." He said. 

And i muttered is he some kind of poet nut or some such sort?

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Thursday, January 13, 2022

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MARKET PLACE TALES

 Tattletale and Fish scale

Found themselves at the market place.

Tattletale was the one to speak,

There be herrings? let me sneak a peek.

Fish scale, no one wants to take home.

These days of the busy buyers aplomb.


The pumpkins were  rough and pulpy and round. 

Buyers all wanted a cut or a pound.

No one stopped to listen to Tattletale;

Always one for gossip and ale.

Fish scale decides to play it cool,

Laying on the surface of herring smooth.


I'll take the whole fish!

Was a buyers wish,

Who grabbed a cut of pumpkin for soup,

This left Tattletale in a bit of a loop.


Everyone so busy

No time to listen

To gossip or to tales,

Masked buyers at the market space,

For these be pandemic days. 

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Tuesday, January 11, 2022

878

[Yanda cutting her cake at her birthday dinner November 2021]
prosecco gets the nod,
for a child carried in the womb, in the heart in the mind.
and she greying, now a half century old, 
who can sit at table with her, and not give the nod
to  prosecco?

the night is cool, the salmon baked,
the stories: some of praise, some of struggle, some of mischief
all of wondrous miracle.

there's a sunflower on the cake
a real sunflower
no-one will eat that, the sunflower i mean;

along with the yellow roses, big and bold,
thanksgiving and heartfelt gratitude is
lifted to divine source.

i am a mother, happily so.
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gratitude 2020
gratitude 2019

Monday, January 10, 2022

Monday WRites 331

Today's mosaic collection is titled 'Going Going Gone'
I will be taking down my Christmas tree, Christmas curtains and all other Christmas paraphernalia today😀 Hope you had a nice Christmas.
Happy New Year

Hello 2022 glad you are here with us.
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Challenge: to write a quadrille using any form of the word muse

QUADRILLE - MUSE

Amusing, oh how these days, 
Coy of old things, of old ways,
Pulling back and marching forward,
Sound the dawn, with ontoward 
Expletives, of drunkard reverie.
Yes, bars are opened again so verily,
Shadows will walk staggering,
Steeped in oratories slurring
With stories revealing.


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REVISIT
10 January 2016
....present muse
...to my muse