Thursday, April 19, 2018


[image from google dot com; Fair Use]

With sensual mouthful of syllables
A winter Icelandic night features cold stars
Spewed forth in blue wash of wonder
Excitement and awe points to Aurora
Goddess in her celestial trauma
Speaking barely audible colours to yoemen
Bundled like worshippers in sacred shrine.
AURORA BOREALIS © gillena cox 2018

19 April 2017
19 April 2016
really dark night 2015

Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day

Get Listed: Poems In April Edition
Sanaa is prompting. Challenge: Choose one of the word groups[given] (using all four words) that fits best with the mood/theme/personality of your poem...

Enjoy The Music

Wednesday, April 18, 2018


[hibiscus fro google dot com]

Immersed in midst of morning settling;
Come, listen, hear it; bird songs, words, and
The slight click from the tab key on my computer.
As i type you a poem;
A blessing, and a prayer,
So claim it!
Oh happy day...
Be yours today.
IN THE MOMENT © gillena cox 2018

documenting today 2017
18 April 2016
18 April 2015

Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day

Write Here. Write Now.
Paul John Dear is prompting. Challenge: Write me a piece about being in the moment...


Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Invention
Susan is prompting.

Enjoy The Music

Tuesday, April 17, 2018


[Wassily Kandinsky - Comet...Google dot com; Fair Use]

When a comet, swishes her tail like mermaid wishes,
Know that brilliant story of majesty is told.
The one in need of sharing,
Throughout the whole Universe.
To all of life,
Not just for me, not just for you,
But for lamb and lion, fish, bird and leaf
COMET © gillena cox 2018

17 April 2017
17 April 2016
...then one star

Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day

The Tuesday Platform ~ April Style
Kerry Oconnor is prompting. Challenge: Open mic with an OPTIONAL extra... the work of 20th Century artist, Wassily Kandinsky... to select an image and WRITE


This blog remains VERSES but from today in uppercase letters

Monday, April 16, 2018

Monday WRites 150

[used images from the internet for today's mosaic]

Back then, [circa 1963]:
Leaving Central, along the way,
Sugarcane arrows look up to azure skies.
At the Croisee, in San Juan [we say Sawah],
We meet a new bustling vibe.
Up the Saddle Road to the school.
Us early folks in crisp pleated plaid skirts,
And white shirts,
Would absorb extra time playing Moral.
In boxes one to eight, the ball bumps.
Box One: one bump, and so on, and so forth;
Before the school bell sounds.
Chalk is white and balls are grey.
Ah, but [2018]...
Balls are much prettier now-a-days.
BUMPING IN NUMBERS © gillena cox 2018

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 practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #150, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

More about the game Moral HERE


Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day

It's All Fun and Games
Prompted by Rommy and challenged: to write a poem that incorporates the idea of a child's game - board game or a physical game (tag, hide and seek, etc.).


# 81


Blue Monday: Saguaro Forest


16 April 2016
1. 16 April 2015
2. 16 April 2015

Enjoy The Music

Sunday, April 15, 2018


[ Pinterest image; Fair use]

"So loud you cry Christmas, it comes" -- François Villon

Magical the beach where the sand lives,
And lurking around the bend from Summer;
Autumn, with its box of crayola colours.
Child's play in the hand of creation's plan.
Comets in their glory tell,
Stories of birth and majesty.
You wish upon a twinkle and, light
Smiles in favour of action taken to trust.
Rewards are truly sweet delicious bites
In life's bountiful repast.
ESTABLISHED © gillena cox 2018

15 April 2015
established 2017
wishes 2016

Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day

April 15; Serendipity And A Poet
I am prompting today


Saturday, April 14, 2018


[image from google dot com; Fair Use]

Bow ties adjusted,
They tied-the-knot,
Tried and trusted
Pledging their aught
Ceremonial union sealed with kisses
But couldn't use the labels: Mr and Mrs
AUGHT © gillena cox 2018

14 April 2015
union 2017
union 2015

Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day

Eres Tu
Prompted by Marian; Challenge: WATCH * LISTEN * BE INSPIRED * WRITE [Carla Morrison - Eres Tú [Video Oficial - given]

Friday, April 13, 2018


[image from Bing dot com; Fair Use]

Back then i was flesh of his flesh, and bone of his bones, so when he handed me that delicious, ripe, juicy apple, I bit into it, sinking my teeth into our despised future; whence i came to love him and hate him, yet was never complete without him.

Anger blazed in the fire of God's wrath, for him and me; we had eaten, and the naked truth was, we should not have; so helpless, were we, we tried to hide the taste of apple, camouflaged in fig leaves.

Who can hide from God? of course he saw us there cringing in our sorry disobedience, and being God, he clothed us in warmth of skins; a miracle we thought.

That was how we came to know the word clothes; of course, later in generations to come, synonyms like: design and fashion came into being.
OF APPLES EATEN © gillena cox 2018

13 April 2015
13 April 2017
Apple 2016

Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day

April 13 – 13 Is Poetry
Prompted by Magaly; Challenge: Today, I wish to read poems full of metaphors used to tell tales as mind-tickling as Sylvia’s bag of ambiguously green fruit. Choose 3 to 13 (nonconsecutive) words out of Setterfield’s quote[given] use them in a poem that is a deliberate celebration of metaphor