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Monday, August 29, 2022

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Today's mosaics 'The Shape of Leaves'

When

There is grand sun. Dare you to look her in the eye, and cold ever changing moon, pretentious as love outside of a movie theatre screen.

There is no aroma to the rain, petrichor is a lie that belongs to the earth. Wildflowers, seemingly pretty, are really weeds, reality check! You rip them out, they appear like magic rabbits in a hat.

When i'm feeling low, when the coffee is just a bitter dark draught in a mug with a silly drawing of a flower and a bird, and the apple peeled is cut across to reveal a star without a stupid night sky.

words of scripture

hold over my head a halo -

a protective tent

When © gillena cox 2022

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Welcome to Monday WRites # 360

Already today is the last Monday of AUGUST

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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haibun Monday: Give Me Shelter

MM# #188: Garden Gala

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...to shelter fairies

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Thursday, August 25, 2022

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[image from pinterest]

KISS THIS NIGHT

Since music sustains,

There’s no need for hunger,

No, let us feast for life regains

Help, of passion's well auger,

Come let us dance this night,

Let us fashion each star shine,

Us, just us two, under moon's sight;

Kiss goodbye those eyes that brine,

And nurture instead a giddy heart

Part thee waves sweetheart of mine

KISS THIS NIGHT © gillena cox 2022

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MTB: Vertical lines of kisses

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...and sweet our kisses

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Tuesday, August 23, 2022

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AROMA OF A BAY TREE

The bay tree let go of her scent.

To an evening breeze who spent,

All of her humour in a little

Tryst enlivening, nothing bitter

Should taste of the gift of roses,

Given when shy silence encloses,

The heart of two,

Meant to ensue,

The adventures that love may,

Bring to them, that pass that way.

AROMA OF A BAY TREE © gillena cox 2022

BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
A World of Common Scents

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...scent of lime
Fragrant Conversations.

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Monday, August 22, 2022

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MORNING SMILED

Morning smiled her charming silvery grey cloud skyself above my wide eyed open stare A coolness to the August muggy backyard where leaves fallen decompose. Will today remain clear and bright?

thunder and lightning

a pillow forms a tent so

a face can hide

MORNING SMILED © gillena cox 2022

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Today's mosaics 'variegated leaves'

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Welcome to Monday WRites # 359

A HAPPY AUGUST to all my visitors and friends

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BLOCK HOPPING TODAY WITH
Quadrille #158: Morning Has Broken

MM# #187: Garden Gala

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Morning Incoming - a Fold

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Monday, August 15, 2022

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[image courtesy dVerse poery pub]

Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:—–by Oliver Wentdell Holmes Sr., from The Chambered Nautilus

LAZY DAYS AND MONDAYS

A song sings to the heart, from a deep place of lazy being. It gathers strength in its silence, reaching on unseen wings to a clever site of understanding.

Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings, a song so clear and smart, that a mundane Monday understands the hearts yearning for more than its lazy care.

I get up in the rhythm of serious understanding and reverent obedience. I go to the washing machine. It is time to do the laundry. Two tubs are whirled and swooshed, and hung out to air dry. Well done to me, lazy retirement days are sooo very embracing.

BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
dVerse — Prosery Monday — A Voice that Sings

Prompted to: Write a piece of flash fiction or other prose up of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line from the poem.

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Prosery August 2020
Prosery May 2022.

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Thursday, August 11, 2022

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World Steelpan Day image courtesy Pantrinbago

PAN SOAR

From out of sweat and frustration

From humble beginnings

Licky ting Licky tang

Sweet scintillating music

Of bottle and spoon

To laurels of orchestral heights

Among the lilliputs of society

Labelled with the castaways

Merging and rising to higher heights

Standing tall between giants

Burgeoning through ocean and sky

Soaring to faraway lands

Responsibility riot and disorder

Measuring territorial distance with discord

Crossing the line into wine and jam

Gyrating straight to university

To stimulate entertain reward and merit

Pan really reach

[i wrote 'Pan Soar' late 1900's. It was first published at my website Patch Work at the cover page in 2001. However, i lost this website. Pan Soar i also had printed on gift mugs and it was too, published in an anthology by poetry.com.]

HAPPY WORLD STEELPAN DAY.

STEELPAN OCTELLE

Bold and bright a phoenix at will,

Embers of bottle and spoon still

Smothering, caused so to rise

World class, rejecting demise;

Sweet music recycled from oil

Drums, a merriment coil.

Bold and bright a phoenix at will,

Embers of bottle and spoon still.