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TREASURES
Precious fluid is ink scrawling in
conversations of preserving
in quiet time,
when sleep spreads a blanket of sky,
and stars twinkle, to rhythm of cobalt night,
then mostly,
communion of ink scrawlers start their trysts.

Precious are these phases of constructs,
building syllables, stacking words, weaving treasures,
when poetic muses hold their simultaneous assemblies.

Only at the level of similar thoughts
do these councils meet,
sometimes tapping letters; uppercase,
lowercase, hyphens and accents.

They weaves their wonders [each in his own space]
and,
store these treasures, knowing future seekers
someday will exclaim a find.
TREASURES © gillena cox 2018


Revisit
31 March 2016
31 March 2015


Blog Hopping with

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Treasure
Sumana is prompting

Monday WRites 147

[Today's Mosaic revisits some of my past Hosanna images]


SINGING HOSANNA
As we sing our Hosannas,
We remember a time,
When a Saviour on a donkey,
Was held in esteem high;
Only later to be denied,
Yet later still,
His forgiveness we did secure.
So we sing our Hosannas,
A people redeemed,
By grace so given.
SINGING HOSANNA © gillena cox 2018

Hosanna

On Palm Sunday, we celebrate the first joy of the season of Lent remembering the triumphant into Jerusalem of Jesus the Messiah. But this is only the beginning of Holy Week, the greatest tragedy and sorrow of the year for Christians. A Happy Holy Week to all: Sunday, 25 March to Saturday, 31 March 2018.
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You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #147, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

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#78

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Tuesday Platform


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REVISIT
26 March 2016
Holy Week 2017

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[image from google dot com]


THENCE CAME THE RAIN
Are there any new waters or songs to croon
From the days of Noah to nearest blue moon
For waters have coursed throughout the land
Sometimes pausing to rest in surfing our sand

Unseeming clouds drink heartily to their fill
To out-pour upon trees and roofs in timely will
We love this deliverence whence gentle rain
We groan and gasp in torrents for such its bane

Where is your beginning where is your end
Circle of life rhythm of infinite blend
© gillena cox 2018



NOTE
I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven
By the gods. Nature then takes me, to adorn
Her fields and valleys.
I am beautiful pearls, plucked from the
Crown of Ishtar by the daughter of Dawn
To embellish the gardens...
1. Inspiration from Khalil Gibran - Song of The Rain Vii

2. This year's 2nd Blue Moon - March 31 2018


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REVISIT
more words of water 2017
more words of water 2016
more words of water 2015


Blog hopping today with

Weekend Mini Challenge: The Heroic Couplet
Prompted by Kim Russel

519

[image from pixaby dot com]


YOU AND ME
Ah yes good memories whisper to heart.
Those days we curved into one blossom
Of loving;
Fragrant as lavender, heady as aphrodisia.
Music of one beat shared by two beings;
In a rhapsody of stairway to heaven.
And once stardust blinked eyelids,
We stretched sated love across lips,
In lazy goodnights;
Sweetest of dreams default.
YOU AND ME © gillena cox 2018

REVISIT
22 March 2016
You and me 2015
You and me 2016


Blog hopping today with

You and Me
Prompted by Marian

AND


Friday 55

518

[yellow splash from Bing dot com; I added text and frame]

YELLOW HEADACHES
Growing up as the first, the oldest
Was truly burdensome
Truly burdensome

Such a one as me had to deal with blame
For everyone else's naughtiness
Everyone else's

Then there was the sister, fourth in line
Third sister of mine
Yes third sister of mine

Of all the ways for attention
She used to have yellow headaches
Yes my friends yellow headaches

Growing up as the first, the oldest
Was truly burdensome
Truly burdensome
YELLOW HEADACHES © gillena cox 2018



ENJOY THE MUSIC




Blog hopping today with

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Colour (Color)
Susan is prompting



21 March 2017
21 March 2016
Colour 2015

Monday WRites 146

[i used 3 images from the internet to form today's mosaic]


ST JOSEPH'S DAY HAIBUN
When i was a child, calypsoes were not to be sung during the season of Lent [not so nowadays], however on St Joseph's Day one could take a break from the seriousness, and yes, on that day we could sing calypsoes and dance, in the school yard, in the street or at home. There was also a betting game we children played. In that we crossed fingers and deceided what we were giving up for Lent. Be it ice cream or cake or sweets etc and should one of us stray from this and another person or persons of the bet saw us we were in for some good slaps with the words LENT, LENT, LENT. Except on St Joseph's Day of course.

wisps of clouds -
vast azure sky lends its self
to reverie
ST JOSEPH'S DAY HAIBUN © gillena cox 2018



A ST JOSEPH INTERCESSION
“Gracious St. Joseph, protect me and my family from all evil as you did the Holy Family.
Kindly keep us ever united in the love of Christ, ever fervent in the imitation of
the virtue of our Blessed Lady, your sinless spouse, and always faithful in devotion to you. Amen.”


HAPPY ST JOSEPH'S DAY FOR THOSE OBSERVE THIS DAY AS SPECIAL ❧✿❧ You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #146, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

ENJOY THE MUSIC


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REVISIT
Cutting Lent 2010

516

[A Bind dot com image]



DEAR DRY SEASON
You have deepened and come full strength this March.
We basked in your drizzles and spontaneous showers to start.
Even within those day of Carnival sass,
Knowing full well it will surely pass.
So January and February's tease alas,
Have petered out now, to your full blast.

The ice cold beer seems so much more appealing.
With tea left in the refrigerator cooling.
The whirr of the fan these days seems a must,
And such is fitting i tell you, and just.
For your feverishly rising temperature,
Approaching Easter, is oh so familiar.

Arid the mountains then, until when in June,
Will once again rains come, and narry too soon.
So alas and adieu;
A cold sip now for sure.
DEAR DRY SEASON © gillena cox 2018


Blog hopping today with imaginary Garden

Dear Poems
prompted by Karin

REVISIT
15 March 2015