Monday WRites 189

SHIFT-SHAPERS
Words can be elusive shift-shapers.
There at the park to delight children;
Bouncy castle, slide, swing, these capers.
Blowing with wind on butterfly days,
Words, can be such elusive shift-shapers.
Should one fall into a deep dark chasm,
You should hear the scream of letters.
But when they fall to rest in community,
For endless hours, books of all papers,
Then, you can grab them and hold them.
No longer just words, or elusive shift-shapers.
SHIFT-SHAPERS © gillena cox 2019

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Mosaic Monday #10
Under The Tree



REVISIT
14 January 2015

Monday WRites 93

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CHAPTER ~ SEDUCTION
In a corner, in a nook of the garden,
Where sun peeps with stealthy gaze;
Words, spin a web of dainty caisson
A flower, plucked petal by petal, swoons
To windy drafts, in a nook of the garden
Tumultuous is the drama of two hearts
Beating, in waves of passion starving;
Loves him/loves him not, daisy chants,
Whence Cupid arrows salient in bargain,
Artfully pierce schema of plot and theme
Page by page, in a nook, of the garden
CHAPTER ~ SEDUCTION © gillena cox 2017

Revisit
23 January 2015
23 January 2016

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Monday WRites 54

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READING UNDER A CLOUDSCAPE WITH DAY MOON
Page after page, activity and characters appear
Taking two dimensional form in mind invisible

A cup of tea, brewed right from a tea bag
There is no strain of creativity in such actions

Just a sense of knowing from remembering
What each sip warrants the maker's hands

But a sky chock full of puffy white clouds
Surrounding a day moon there in ambush

That's a surprise for a clear evening
Apparent just for a very few minutes
READING UNDER A CLOUDSCAPE WITH DAY MOON © gillena cox 2016





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Written for Brendan's prompt
Turns of the Tale: Poetic Surprise

THE CHALLENGE: Discover something new by revisiting a favorite theme of yours from a different perspective.
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HARM AND BOON IN THE MEETINGS:by Jack Gilbert
We think the fire eats the wood.
We are wrong. The wood reaches out
to the flame. The fire licks at
what the wood harbors, and the wood
gives itself away to that intimacy,
the manner in which we and the world
meet each new day. Harm and boon
in the meetings. As heart meets what
is not heart, the way the spirit
encounters the flesh and the mouth meets
the foreignness in another mouth. We stand
looking at the ruin of our garden
in the early dark of November, hearing crows
go over while the first snow shines coldly
everywhere. Grief makes the heart
apparent as much as sudden happiness can.[courtesy the imaginary garden]