Monday, January 30, 2017

Monday WRites 94



SHIFTING HUES
The clouds are tinted, salmon hues,
The coolness of morning, stroking leaves,
Then, the invisible paint brush, washes
Over the clouds, once more;
Now, there are silver white clouds,
And the mocking bird, on the wall,
Hops a dance of, wing flap wing fold;
To complement, the tones of transfers,
And then, the racous call of the grackel,
Be alert, for throughout the day,
Subtle changes are happening;
Then, all vanishes, into the sleep of night,
Where dreams, can be painted,
To colour, yet another day.
SHIFTING HUES © gillena cox 2017

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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).
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15 comments:

  1. Now, there are silver white clouds,
    And the mocking bird, on the wall,
    Hops a dance of, wing flap wing fold

    I love this!! So soothing so serene! ❤️

    Have a great Monday, Gillena 💋🍹


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  2. Thanks for dropping by and linking in Sanaa. Thanks for your love and continued support

    Have a good week

    Much love...

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  3. Where dreams, can be painted,
    To colour, yet another day.

    Shifting hues do work its own ways around!

    Hank

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  4. This is a very beautiful impression poem. I enjoyed your view of the day.

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  5. Love the sounds and colors of a day from dawn to dusk so much.

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  6. Happy you dropped in Bjorn

    much love...

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  7. I love the detail and the action in this one.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Buddah

      Much love...

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  8. If we don't keep our eyes open, we miss everything. And then what empty we would dream...

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  9. The sky is a perfect place to paint dreams. Beautiful

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  10. Thanks for your appreciation Susie

    Much love...

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  11. Posted to Facebook group 'Seize The Poem' 30th January 2019

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