Monday WRites 248

Today's mosaic I call June Jumble: I went to my blog Lunch Break and took 4 June photos from years (2006 -Flamboyant Tree. 2007 - Caricature flowers, 2008 - Bougainvillea, and 2009 candle Bush Floral spikes), combined them for this June Jumble.

Wishing all A Happy Monday: Goodbye May Welcome June
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #248: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧

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Blog hopping today with

Mosaic Monday
#82: Emerging


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#Quadrille #105
Cry Havoc and Let ‘SLIP’ the Dogs of War




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STEPPING OUT IN FAITH
Hers was a slip of the tongue;
What she really wanted to articulate,
Was the way her mind had sung,
That day not so long ago at the gate,
To her new normal lifestyle adventure,
Que sera sera,
Who knew this day would come.
STEPPING OUT IN FAITH © gillena cox 2020




REVISIT
1 June 2017
1 May 2015

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IT WASN'T JUST MIDNIGHT
It was the middle of the night,
And there a thing so scary;

A shadow carved in the dark
Unmoving, it craved screams;

Ah but she stood her ground,
Ha! she exclaimed, look at you

Shaped like a minotaur, nonsense!
Phased to this not that not this;

Couldn't even make up your mind.
Neve! you are absolutely useless.
IT WASN'T JUST MIDNIGHT © gillena cox


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Blog hopping today with

Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #21: Anagrams


REVISIT
27 May 2019
27 May 2015

Monday WRites 247

[A Periwinkle mosaic today, photos - some old some new]


Wishing all A Happy Monday
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #247: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧

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Blog hopping today with

Mosaic Monday
#81: Learning My Lessons (or a Garden Tour with Dad)


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Haibun Monday
Meet Piet

Kim's prompt today is this image which is to inspire a haibun from us.


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Structured colourful pieces fit so nicely, locking one end into another. No wonder kids love it. Leggo blocks I believe, are designed to fit the fantasy of every idealist I am sure.

If it cannot fit, it's not meant to be. No surprises, no challenges, no adventure, no revolution. Just the plain and simple square knot into the correct square hole.

And in this compelling game of bonding, grandparents and grandchildren loose themselves, regardless of weather or time of day. I reflect on pre covid days. I miss my granddaughter. A video call is just not the same thing as a visit.

floral patterns
on billowing drapes -
a crawling ant
© gillena cox 2020


Working from my lap top again HAPPY


REVISIT
25 May 2018
25 May 2017
25 May 2015





[GIF created in PicsArt background photo © gillena cox 2020]

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[Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 'The Day Dream' from google dot com]

A CALL TO MORNING
Those kiskadees are sounding their call,
Morning's here but the moon will not fall;
Instead she will got to her place of sleep,
Without so much as as the tiniest peep;
Return though she must later to shine,
At her ever dear cozy nightfall shine.
A CALL TO MORNING © gillena cox 2020


Blog hopping today with

Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #20: Undoubtedly Rossetti
Prompted by Sanaa: Your Challenge today is to write while inspired by the works of Rossetti.

My inspiration came from
Rushes in a Watery Place by Christina Rossetti

Rushes in a watery place,
And reeds in a hollow;
A soaring skylark in the sky,
A darting swallow;
And where pale blossom used to hang
Ripe fruit to follow.

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REVISIT
20 May 2019
20 May 2015(1)
20 May 2015(2)

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its good to be working at my laptop again, posting from my mobile phone is really tedious

Monday WRites 246

[Old photos again today in my mosaic from my days of walking to exercise] I stopped going out to walk and started walking laps in my backyard long before Covid days. And i continue this backyard exercising now


Wishing all A Happy Monday
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #246: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧

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Blog hopping today with

Mosaic Monday
#80: Road Trip Re-wind


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Quadrille #104
Oh, We are in a fix


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SO MANY MANGOES
Evening sun stares, fixed awhile in orange rays, as day takes a few minutes gathering herself in contemplation.

There is the old mango tree like a still life in the near distance, heavily laden with fruit

Sigh. This is definitely a new normal scene
© gillena cox 2020


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REVISIT
18May 2015


still..working from my mobile phone..a new charger for my lap top ...ordered

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EIGHT DAY OF THE WEEK

I searched the four corners of the earth,
For a pearl in a dewdrop i could not find,
But a needle in a haystack pointed to the dearth,
Of children's laughter left behind,
As i passed every play park empty and sullen,
I asked "Dear Needle what is happening?

With a wink of her eye,
And a long drawn out sigh,
Said she: "this day of the week is called Today" and its just the two of us,
Everyone else is hiding from The Novel Corona Virus.
EIGHT DAY OF THE WEEK © gillena cox 2020


Blog hopping today with
Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #19: Lie to Me
Rommy's prompt


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PELAU IN D' BASKET

In her backyard garden one pigeon pea shrub scrubbed the wall as the wind blew

A lazy housewife, no not she, she served her husband more so, as her children grew

Aurora and her girl pals, planned to go watch the masquerade bands
Sitting under the covered stands

In her basket a pot of tasty pelau
With the pigen peas she picked from her garden she cooked

She knew nothing of Reine des Glaces
Her salad was of locally grown leaves of lettuce

This was Port of Spain Trinidad after all,
She had bought her greens from a farmer's stall
PELAU IN D' BASKET © gillena cox 2020



Blog hopping today with


Purple Patch
Challenged by Sarah to plant her a poetry patch by choosing a few vegetable names from the list she has provided
[Black Beauty. Trail of Tears. Lazy housewife
Princess.Purple queen.Jacob’s cattle.The Czar.Wizard.Golden acre.Dazzling blue.Purple sword.Jack Ice.Reine des Glaces.Blue fire.Aurora]

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