Monday WRites 289

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Two popular Saint Days this week: On Wednesday St Patrick's Day and on Friday St Joseph'sDay  

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). 

Welcome to Monday WRites #289: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.

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#122: A Simple Post

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ProseryPossibilities
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NOTE TO SELF Wisława Szymborska, states in her poem “Possibilities”“I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.”I do not know this poet but i know i luv these words of wisdom. There is a ring to it that says change and uncertainty is like tomorrow, just a blink of  hope away. The author of life has already penned in yesterday, today and tomorrow.Note to self research and read poems by Wisława Szymborska© gillena cox 2021
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15 March 2018
15 March 2015
...sketch of every possibility
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COLLECTIVE GOLIATH

There used to be a moon leading like a star would.
There used to be people, crowds of them in the auditorium park.
There used to be corn soup vendors late into the wee hours of morning.

Street festivals are a historic memorabilia.
Something kids will google with enthusiasm.
Curiosity feeding the research fire.

It took only the tiniest of living things to make of us all a collective Goliath.
© gillena cox 2021

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Weekly Scribblings #60: Troubled Relationships

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SPOTS AND STRIPES

CREDIT

Echo and Narcissus 1630 by Poussin

The Story of Echo and Narcissus is one of the most enduring tales from Greek mythology, and the tale of self-love and unrequited love is one which has been told and adapted over many hundreds of years. READ MORE HERE

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10 March 2017
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When The Children Parade

Yellow Narcissus image from Bing

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Happy International Women's Day to all women visiting today  

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). 

Welcome to Monday WRites #288: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.

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#121: Road Trippin Part 7

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QuadrilleSwift
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FLIGHT TO THE GODSSwiftly to fly awayOn wings through sky that wayHow wonderous dreams do say
That birds aloneAre bound air bright have shownIrony of man in magical pearly abalone For smoke reaches the Gods in stealthSlowly from shell of purifying wealth© gillena cox 2021
#NOTEIn some Native American cultures, the shell of the abalone is used to burn sage. They believe the combined spiritual power of abalone and sage would take their messages to their Gods.Read more...
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8 March 2018
first woman blood
a woman chosen

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BUTTON NOSE OF A DACHSHUND 

At the edge of silence

A voice, a name pronounced right

Covid 19 protocols observed

We meet at the gate, but the puppy, sans mask

A bottle of wine is always welcome

Fringe benefits for a surprise visit

I respond to my name knowing and 

recognizing the call of a sibling

Long-time-no-see

© gillena cox

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Open Link Night #285: On This Day…
Linking back to the prompt Poetics — Edges and Fringes

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4 March 2020
4 March 2019
4 March 2016

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Lenten Stickers

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Welcome March. The fasting and penitence continues, Season of Lent.  

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#120: February Thrills and Chills

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Haibun MondayWalk with me down Memory Lane
DIFFERENT KINDS OF ABODEMany of the houses are wooden. Some are mud houses with thatched roofs. The latter i find amazing. People live there in sunshine and rain.
My house is a wooden house. The steps are many to get from the fowl coop and the kitchen downstairs to the main house upstairs. At the back of my house is brick house and from there the grunt of pigs can be heard as they slop the mush. 
The headteacher's  just before my house (as the house numbers dictate) is a brick house, even though there is a dirt oven downstairs and a wooden area for the animals.
the sad eyes of cowschewing chewing chewinglate into the evening

© gillena cox 2021

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Tiny Candles - A Haibun
Eagle - A Haibun
Glass Stilletos - A Haibun

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SCALLOP DREAMS 

I am not yet a butterfly having the agenda 

To scallop through gardens blooming;

Nor the spirit to lightly skip through pollen 

On a breakfast menu of morning glories;

What if the wind should rip a wing 

When i emerge delicate, 

from my chrysalis of darkness and bliss;

Asleep to the wonders of pain and joy

Unknownst to clouds on a bright sunny day;

Cumulus clouds puffy and white

Wistful and alluring to the drama

Of a meadow unkempt

Of grasses waving below

© gillena cox 2021

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25 February 2019
25 February 2015
A-Z Rosebud 2016

Monday WRites 286

Mosaic 1 - Lenten Stiickers

Mosaic2 -Jigsaw Puzzle - Seeking

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We are in the Season of Lent. The Carnival Season is over. A more sober mood of fasting and penitence prevails.  

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Welcome to Monday WRites #286: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.

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#119: Feeding Tummies and Souls

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Going…Going…Gone Poeming {Quadrille #122}
GOING QUADRILLEWho goes to the seaside to gather coal?I never would have imagined your days gone cold,had i not ventured in holiday mode,Once and once again to my dear sister's abodeWho goes to the seaside to gather coal. Nobody  i know🙃© gillena cox 2021
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22 Feb 2017
...where is this poem going