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Welcome to Monday WRites # 337

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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MORNING SALUTATIONS

Flavour me mateys. 

Add a bit of taste to this 

Wondrously deep connection. 

Let me not drown in  sorrow, 

But always think of tomorrow, 

When the clock chimes dawn, 

And ye birds sing a salty ditty

Of grey blanket sky, 

Magically painting herself  azure.

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[image 'Lover's Tryst' from google]

 NEVER PROMISED

Since a rose garden was never promised,

There shouldn't  be a regret in the set.

Which of us two should remain the calmest,

In rondelet where our lips first met?

A word spoken loosely by the psalmist,

Sweeps paradise from our table's fete.

How suddenly clear sky can turn to mist!

What is bargained for is not what we get!

There must have been rules poemed to this tryst.

Spread the dewdrops over morning, oh let

The waning moon, her waxing which we missed,

Go gently into sanctuary; wet 

With tears of a beloved's gone to list.

 The misunderstanding of romance bet.

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Welcome to Monday WRites # 336

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). 

HAPPY ST VALENTINE'S DAY

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NOT WHAT SHE WANTED

She sought a heavenly love. The kind that resides with sky and guiding stars. So easily she would recognize her Mr. Right. He would be her moon and she a bright star in his sight.

He would be patient, he would be kind. Not rude or boastful, never those gross behaviors he would display. And most of all; it would be for them a happily-ever-after story.

Little did she know that the heavenly love she got was not of seventh heaven. Because there were many a goddess who swore to entice her hapless love. He yielded to a love round like a moon. 

Alas she exclaims "It is a moon wrapped in brown paper" not worth the while. Easily soaked in a drizzle. The kind that can be tossed to the garbage.

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challenge: to use a line of poetry in a prose writing not more than 144 words; today's line 

It is a moon wrapped in brown paper

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WE THREE MAY BE SHADOWS

When i take out the garbage in the night

My shadow and i become three pass by

Then three again  in a returning sight

Why are we three you may ask of me why

Tis because of two night lights  beamed next door 

My two shadows and me play at dramas

It's time for my bath when i've done this chore

I snuggle into comfy pajamas

Where are those shadows they've both run away

When did they run off can you tell me when

Is it because i didn't asked them to stay

They are going to make me lose my zen

Morning sun comes and nighttime moon follows

Chores to be done within all these hours

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 The sun that sparked so hot so bright is like

A silver penny never worth the fight 

For what of clouds holding  a storm alike 

Can heaven prevent a wayward glance now 

Each day dazzles so hot so bright is like 

Inferno walking the streets scant and bare 

Timid ones are hidden away unlike 

Brash revelers of heat and scorching sun 

Is this a good time to go on a hike 

If an arm can hide under cotton sleeve 

Then sun can dance so hot so bright is like 

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Welcome to Monday WRites # 335

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). 

Hello February.

A DAMEL'S LACE

Salty waves nibble at toes

Of life the ebbs and the flows

Cautious footsteps climbing rocks

Adventures bask in frilly frocks

Hearts abide through clouds shape

Fish refuse to take puny bait 

However dark of tunnel space 

Be there shone flicker for a damsel's lace

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