Monday, October 16, 2017

Monday WRites 127



PLUMERIA STUDY
Lunch tastes better if its green i guess,
The way those caterpillars eat and eat,
Their colourful striped bodies do attest,
As they chomp their way to another mien.
Such leaves tastes better if its green i guess.
The Plumeria sends it's come-feast signal,
Or they wouldn't be there as welcome guest.
They would probably eat of rosebush or sage.
They harvest their worth in their fancy dress,
Tomorrow monarch butterfly or maybe a moth.
Surely lunch tastes better if its green i guess.
PLUMERIA STUDY © gillena cox 2017

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The Caterpillars are back again, they certainly resonate Autumn(in colour and transience) Though we in this clime do not experience Autumn nor Winter nor Spring nor Summer. We only experience a Wet Season and a Dry Season
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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 #127, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
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DO Enjoy the music


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today's mosiac photos are from my garden - gillena cox 2017

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Revisit
16 October 2015

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Blog hopping with
Mosaic Monday#57

AND


Blue Monday
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Thursday, October 12, 2017

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[image from google dot com]


COLD SNAP
Once i felt your cold snap Autumn,
As sudden end to Summer.
My bags were packed that same day,
For home i had to be.
Way across ocean clouds,
There i had to fly.
Vacations; they are wonderful,
Yet home i had to be.
COLD SNAP © gillena cox 2017


Blog hopping with Poets United

Midweek Motif ~ Autumn
Prompted by Sumana Roy

Revisit
12 October 2015

Monday, October 9, 2017

Monday WRites 126

[Anthurium Lily from google dot com. I added a frame]


ANTHURIUM BOUQUET (for Granny)
I'll use my words, arrange them, into a bouquet
Of Anthurium Lilies, because you loved them.
Festival? no, alas! you cannot wear them as lei.
Its time for sobs, tears, and letting go, its time.
Memories too, i'll arrange them, into a bouquet.
Such fragrance, so beautiful, will now linger on
And smiles we shared at our last meet will stay,
Even when clouds burst watering your memory.
Your smile will meet mine, even if cloudy the day.
In your peaceful rest, His perpetual light to shine,
As i use my words, arrange them, into a bouquet.
ANTHURIUM BOUQUET (for Granny) © gillena cox 2017

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My friend's mother died yesterday and i'm really sad for her. They were so close - Mother And Daughter. She shared her mother with all her friends and we all called her, lovingly, Granny
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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 #126, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
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DO Enjoy the music


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[all Anthurium lilies in this mosaic are from google dot com]


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ALSO, will link to Mosaic Monday
#56

AND

the imaginary garden

Tuesday Platform open mic

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

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[image from alphacoders dot com]


SOUND OF A HORSE
Were i that horse, shiny black as mirror of night,
Wild and free, oh wind my consort would be,
Forever above our offsprings, would twinkle bright,
Two soul mates created of whispers thus are we.

Breathe thee echoes of thy sighs oh wind,
For my hooves, of silver moonbeams shod,
Can surely pound to dust of midnight thinned,
Fury for glee, whichever of rocky paths i trod

And ocean songs, when tempests humbled, shall i sip.
There too, nibble Neptune’s jewels in the sand,
Where time settles, one breath at a time, at the lip,
Of creation, once spoken everything good spanned
SOUND OF A HORSE © gillena cox 2017

Blog hopping today with Poets United

Midweek Motif ~ Animals
prompted by Susan

Revisit
4 October 2016

Enjoy The Music



Monday, October 2, 2017

Monday WRites 125

[a Pinterest image]


SUNDAY MORNING MORINGA
We stand there in silence gazing at the Moringa
Green leafy truism working its healing magic
Soothing burnishing love grown sterling silver
Where sturdy roots hold even butterfly thoughts
Morning sun anointing us gazing at the Moringa
Eternity is really just a measure of hope a span
Sequence: here be you, here must be me thereafter
Some miracles hold their treasure in pinnate leaves
And some things are destined like words of psalter
Its no surprise then when September bows to October
One breezy Sunday morning gazing at the Moringa
SUNDAY MORNING MORINGA © gillena cox 2017

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Hello October ❧✿❧ 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 #125, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
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Revisit

Revisit
1st September 2016
1st September 2016ALSO, will link to

Physics with Björn: Order in Chaos


DO Enjoy the music

Saturday, September 30, 2017

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[image from google dot com]


GAME ON
Spinning in a whirl of possibilities
To land in the web of sway
The fates have given so much power
To a nickel or a dime
A coin tossed to a question of risk
Gravity’s answer - heads or tails
GAME ON © gillena cox 2017


Midweek Challenge-- Thinking of the Little Things
Karin Gustafson prompting

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

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[a Pinterest image]

THUS I RISE
How will history remember me?
Will history remember me at all?

As fliting blue tanager, blue jean?
Skittish dove pink footed on a wall?

Anguish of being flown from the nest?
Held in the arms of a loving guiding God?

Where a book-full of faith
Offered teaspoons of solace?

When one rosebud, tight, unopened,
Held the blooming of family - of love?

Now knowing love, must disappointment
Smile her taunts of desertion?

And smiles repay taunts for sake of faith
And again, again, those teaspoons of solace?

But looking forward to history's appeal,
I rise, to offer, a no-regrets-plea.

Just the savour of teaspoons of solace,
From a book-full of faith.
THUS I RISE © gillena cox 2017

Note

The blue grey Tanager in T&T is also called Blue Jean



Blog hopping today

Poets United
Midweek Motif ~ Rising Above
Sumana is the prompter today

Revisit
27 September 2016