Tuesday, September 27, 2016

time-out

won't take a minute
sharpening my pencil
how vast is our sky

pencil shavings curl
into ribbons of craft
delicate as a butterfly's wing

craft a paper boat
on a rainy day
turn it upside down for a hat

day broods a blank notepad
urging it to speak
its name or sing its song
© gillena cox 2016

in the meantime; enjoy!!!

Paper Windmill Jigsaw PuzzlePaper Windmill Jigsaw Puzzle

Monday, September 26, 2016

Monday WRites 76


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SWAP
Ennui falls, thump! into my basket
Who will carry this leaden load
Or, swap gloom for roses
Grey of an overcast for whimsy and magic
Prana for sighs
Life for limbo
SWAP © gillena cox 2016





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



verses


Saturday, September 24, 2016

289


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ANGELS BUSY GOSSIPING
Doused in fallen blossoms
Each sweep of broom
Tugs at heart cords,
No sound emits -
Not even sob of tears
Peeled from eyeballs
For this day of dried resolve
Some leaves are curled
In rigor, stayed to returning
Earth, hungry for humus
Compost heap earns -
Another timespan of reasoning
Growth becomes fertilizing
Denouement of new blossoms
Labeled to providence and cycles
ANGELS BUSY GOSSIPING © gillena cox 2016

“Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrows, which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Revisit
rusted sails threaten
they call him a crazy guy
behind his back...
FOLLOWING THE LEADER

He’s the madman, slicing off an ear,
Spoiling his metaphor,
Charts a sentence through the valley...
PROCESS SURREAL

Mouth-watering promise, thin, wafer like
Fleeting, yet satisfying, cloud like
Seemingly angelic words, emit light
Or light emitting words...
TASTE AND SEE


Blog hopping today at
Prompt Nights When shades of loss weave with pattern of madness [29]


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[my video choice of today - 'Continuando' by Jehro]

Thursday, September 22, 2016

288


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FOLLOWING THE LEADER
Sancho this Sancho that
Who fights with windmills
Who does that

squark squark
a knight in shinning armour
scattering chickens

is he serious
is this any life for a grown man
thrusting spears

rusted sails threaten
they call him a crazy guy
behind his back

pah! on my trusty ass i
Sancho Panza follow him
FOLLOWING THE LEADER © gillena cox 2016


Sancho Panza quotes
[Sancho: Dying is such a waste of good health.

Sancho: They say one madman makes a hundred and love makes a thousand.
Aldonza: What does that mean?
Sancho: I'm not sure. ]


blog hopping today at
Sidekicks in the Spotlight
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Rommy is prompting

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[my video choice of today]

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

287


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SPHERICAL IDEAS
Take thee half this day for sunshine,
Then be thee not overcast, as mirth steps forward,
For her envy of joy, is boundless.
SPHERICAL IDEAS © gillena cox 2016

Susan has prompted us to write a new poem for Midweek Motif on the theme Equinox, Equator


Where i am, there are only The Wet and The Dry Seasons, so the phenomenon of equinox, would mean more or less equal hours of sunlight and dark for us.

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Equinoxes
As the Earth moves around its orbit, it reaches two points during the year where the tilt of its axis causes it to be straight relative to the Sun. These days are known as equinoxes. During these equinoxes the rays of the Sun shine directly on the equator. This happens on approximately March 20th and September 22nd

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[my video choice today]

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

286


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IDENTITY
Inner feelings come to the fore
Destiny allows curve in the road
Eager to solve new mysteries to wit
Nose to fragrant roses, tears of thorns
Truth is the path called to walk
Introspection leads to prayerful faith
Toed to kindness gift of mercy
Yeah!! for motherhood joyfully blessed
IDENTITY © gillena cox 2016

Revisit
You open the window to grackle songs
The smooth gaze of velvet stings

You shut the cords of angels eyes...
OPEN AND SHUT SURGES


I sound my name, sound my name, sound my name
Again and again
But who cares for my worthless repeat...
WHAT'S IN A NAME


She wasn't about to let this moment pass, no way not this diva. See, she was a witch. She had the power, she had the panache...
DIVA WITCH


Written for Sanaa's prompt That which we seek; deep within will find – “IDENTITY” [9]


[my video choice for

Monday, September 19, 2016

Monday WRites 75


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SEPTEMBER MUSINGS
Through bars of engine roars, a tiny chirp;
The early breath of day, slowly haled within usurp;
Even more than a physical hunger have we,
Poets to sate the inner gnawings become thee;
Silent watchful ones in searching introspection,
Like flowers innately beautiful from creation;
A song sings of the dawn, to a sleep muted cloud;
Resonating in spurts of motor vehicles loud;
Autumn winds of the warm Atlantic storm,
As the season deepens becomes the norm;
The turbulent swing of terrorism too, remember;
As the flames of candle light outlive the ember;
Healing willed in life cycles, the loss and the pain;
Respect for life in peace to gain
Morning dew crafts a jewel on the leaf of life,
Promised to an end of strife;
Tease for an appetite of life anew;
But din of callous disrespects eschew,
A kind of man, a species he,
Determined not to live in harmony;
For to love, is to yield power unto another;
From a field vast and wide an in coming zephyr,
Tosses and tumbles from a soundless bundle,
Of experiences drafted like a Milky Way trundle,
Willed to the spirit of motion without rhythm;
Life without love, without yielding, without a lesser;
Without colour, without a poem, without a flower;
Motion, movement, sway, wind, debris
A musical score; engine roar and chirpy chirpy.
SEPTEMBER MUSINGS © gillena cox 2016



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 #75, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites ❧✿❧ Today i'm sharing an old poem This is a 2009 write. Those days i was not writing in response to prompts. I was at that time, just sitting down to write as my muse dictated. September Musings was first shared at PoemHunter dot com



verses




Blog hopping at the
Tuesday Platform
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads