Monday, August 29, 2022


Today's mosaics 'The Shape of Leaves'

There is grand sun. Dare you to look her in the eye, and cold ever changing moon, pretentious as love outside of a movie theatre screen.

There is no aroma to the rain, petrichor is a lie that belongs to the earth. Wildflowers, seemingly pretty, are really weeds, reality check! You rip them out, they appear like magic rabbits in a hat.

When i'm feeling low, when the coffee is just a bitter dark draught in a mug with a silly drawing of a flower and a bird, and the apple peeled is cut across to reveal a star without a stupid night sky.

words of scripture
hold over my head a halo -
a protective tent
When © gillena cox 2022

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 Welcome to Monday WRites # 360
Already today is the last Monday of AUGUST 
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). 

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