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Welcome to Monday WRites # 339

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). 

March marches on, with a war no one wants, except the perpetrators.

Lovers of peace and goodwill  standby The Ukraine 

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❧✿❧AYE AYE

"Aye aye" capt'n said the pirate wearing an eye patch.

He had had one too many Caribbean rums that night.

For eying the prize of another he got into a bar fight;

Sylph of a wench who would go willingly to the amplest catch.

© gillena cox 2022

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A jigsaw puzzle to fit online [6 pieces]

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BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH

Mosaic Monday #168:A Little Getaway 

AND

Eying the Quadrille #147 

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REVISIT

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This is a 1993 photo ( me in a hand-printed batik outfit) taken in the St Georges Grenada, market. Two places i always would go when i visited Grenada, were Grand Anse Beach and The Market in St Georges. The energy in the market is vivid and alluring and as a tourist, the prices were always special, not higher , lower for the island spices which i luv. I always bought my mother a swizzle stick, which they make from a tree folks call Swizzle Stick Tree(don't know if that is the scientific name for the tree)

cinnamon and clove
to this new millenium -
their scents follow me
© gillena cox 2016


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['Blue Calm Painting by Caroline Philp ' from google dot com]

It was from a little brook
To ponder this pebble I took
Smooth as glass
A wee tiny mass
That so many others forsook
© gillena cox 2016


written for
Weekend Mini Challenge - In the Market for Poems

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Sunday's mini Challenge Shallows, deeply
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FALLING LILACS
The road curves. There the guys ply their trade, of car wash, while patrons wait on the sidewalk. Sometime, boys play a game of cricket in the road, dodging a passing car or two. On the opposite side, when the time is right, pink blooms from the pomerac tree carpets the sidewalk.

lilacs falling
the wind plays
a rain song
FALLING LILACS © gillena cox 2016


Written for Hannah's prompt
Transforming with Nature's Wonders

Challenged to explore the world of footprints and write a new poem through the eyes of Nature.

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I imagine a star, rising, much like dandelion puffs in the lightness of an ethereal breeze, spun on the threads of wanderlust and bohemian trysts, the core of vanishing, the sparks of genius, reaching higher higher higher; travelling at the speed of esoteric.

sun beams and moon rays -
in the rhythm of silence
he David fleeing
© gillena cox 2016


## Process Note. I used an image from google dot com, of Bowie clothed in black and white; manipulaled the image using Pic Monkey, to get the present image and added text for a haiga



blog hopping today at
The Tuesday Platform

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this haiga first published at Lunch Break


PINK - a quatrain
Pink daubs the poui blossom
Illustrating seasons of Easter
Narrating tales of happy aplomb
Kites dip and rise higher, higher.
© gillena cox





Written for
Poems In April DAY TWENTY FIVE Turning Pink

CHALLENGE: Our prompt today is to write a new poem or prose poem using the word pink in the title or verses. Write in free verse or form, the choice is yours. Here's wishing you all a good Saturday & happy weekend ~ Grace (aka Heaven) .