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[image courtesy dVerse]

SO NOW
So now; it has come to this.
A waltz of days,
All the feelings, all the passion, all the yearning,
A crumbled toss into inert melody,
With fragrance still longing for
Lingering beauty of years,
Plucked in courtship,
Fossilized in what was,
No more thought to what will be.
So now, it's all the memories, beauty can fathom.
SO NOW © gillena cox 2018


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dVerse
Poetics: Beauty in Ugliness


REVISIT
16 OCTOBER 2017
16 OCTOBER 2016
of beauty 2015

Monday WRites 105

[photos in this Mosiac: 1.Variegated leaves of Peacock Ginger Plant in my garden// 2.Peacocks and hens 3.Peacock at Wildfowl Trust, Point a Pierre Trinidad]

PEACOCK
Pretty pretty bird
Of you so much i had heard

Now we stare and stare
Still you only hold dear

To your garland display
For us no wings in array

You folded them tight
Held there with all your might

Pretty pretty bird
To call you vain is absurd
PEACOCK © gillena cox 2017

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Today's write is written in response to the prompt at imaginary garden ❧✿❧ 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).
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Artistic Interpretations - Beauty
Prompted By Margaret

AND


Mosaic Monday # 37


Revisit
24 April 2016
24 April 2015
Crunch Colour and Lace


Enjoy the music

105

image from Topaz facts...



OF BEAUTY
Speak to me of beauty i say
To my muse sitting atop the mountain peak
She and i sip lemon drops that slide down
From the throne of heaven

To my muse sitting atop the mountain peak
I have asked a question she is shy in retort
Or may be i am hurried in my seeking
Only the drift of clouds can span this gap

She and i sip lemon drops that slide down
Into a bowl of topaz crystals so precious
I'm almost afraid to reach for them
To be so flawless, so like the sun, variant

From the throne of heaven
Pours forth satiety, warmth and goodness
Honesty, clarity, applause and smiles, joy
Yet beauty lies within the seeker's reach
© gillena cox







Written in response to the prompt today
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Beauty