Thursday, June 22, 2017

423

[image from google dot com]

MAYBE

They are waiting anxiously
for the lights to go out,

or maybe not the lights to go out,
for the curtains to open maybe,

maybe; just maybe, there be poems
wherein tunnels end, for light to shine.

MAYBE © gillena cox 2017


Note
Any Ekphratic undertones are sheer coincidence, in double checking spelling of some words, I came across the music video, listened to it, and decided to add to the post.


Blog hopping today with
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Literary Excursions with Kerry ~ Metafiction

Revisit
22 June 2015



Wednesday, June 21, 2017

422

[image from Pixaby dot com]


YOGA
In breath
A clearing sky from grey to azure
Pinks and salmons tinge bird song
Coolness of melons in every matter
Spider webs there sunrays belong

Hold
Life spins millions of tiny particles
Energy can create share or mandate
Such may even be grasp of tentacles
Understanding petals unfold to relate

Release
With gift of ego word a beautiful poem
Disperse compassion to all things unknown
Uncertainty exorcise to a steady low hum
Smile for love of God and seeds well sown
YOGA © gillena cox 2017


Blog hopping today with
Midweek Motif ~ Yoga
Prompter today is Sumana Roy



Revisit
21 June 2017

Monday, June 19, 2017

Monday WRites 113

[fair use: image of Storm from google dot com]

HUSHED TONES
Calm, cocks an ear.
"Shh", she reports
To tremble.

Tree, bird, and fish
Listen with eyes agape
And lips in quivering pout.

"Where is she now?
What is she doing?"

They all cower;
For they know
How mischievous
She can get,
They know her for
Her irate moodiness.

This is why they speak of her
In hushed tones,
Calling her name -
Storm.
HUSHED TONES © gillena cox 2017

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We are, here in T&T, under Storm Warning ❧✿❧ 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 #113, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites ❧✿❧






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Saturday, June 17, 2017

420

[image courtesy the imaginary garden with real toads]

REPLY OF A PRINCESS WOOED
Twinge of raindrops at midday aglow,
Sprout umbrellas, under clouds below,
Incessant chatter of garden birds hush,
Where rosebush, thorn-spiked, still blush;
Then chisel me a diamond, or better still,
Dark emerald, a spell to my chastity will.
© gillena cox 2017


Blog hopping today with
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Micro Poetry ~ Dark Emeralds
Prompted by Kerry O'Connor

Thursday, June 15, 2017

419

[image courtesy: imaginary garden with real toads]

Night wends it's way to shadows on the cusp of solace, a sweet song of golden clouds have sung its way across the clouds, and sunset won the gambit of evening's roll of dice. So now, to sleep on the seat of moon, where no buttermilk cookies need run from a spoon. Ah, but all in her own sweet time will mistress Sleep swoon, to squander away the night to dreams.

Corpus Christi -
in the silence of dawn
my heart praising

© gillena cox 2017


Note
Today is a Public Holiday here in T&T : Its Corpus Christi: A Happy Holy Day to all.


Blog Hopping with
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Of Insomnia and Sleep
Sanaa is prompting today


Enjoy The Video



Revisit
15 June 2015

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

418

[Sea Anemone image from google dot com]

ANEMONE
When curved fingers of loneliness,
Like orbs of sand, clutter cup of daylight,
Through rhythms of shadow let slip moon,
She pauses as if in enchanted flight,
Mesmerized by souls of soundless lethargy,
So many in mortal confinement, tug at bearded hopes
In her sauntering flight away from her sister sun,
Of the fiery gown, of satin swirls, shivering in vibrations,
So ridge of mountains flatten to rainbow ribbons;
Then she knows, sentence of days and driftwood,
Aging of ocean screams, adorned with chests and treasure
Sunken and mysterious, poised and luring,
And from above, without gleam of emerald,
Without tender heart of teabag steeping in kindness,
Anemone of ponder approaches dry barren desert,
To accompaniment of radio whispers, striated crumbles
Of sister sun shafts the grey blanket of contemplation
Now reply to the question of coincidence

when that tiny bird
shot its crap to window pane
where were you moon orb

ANEMONE © gillena cox 2017


Blog hopping today with

Midweek motif
Seeking the Extraordinary in the Ordinary
Prompted by Sumana Ray


Revisit
14 June 2016

Monday, June 12, 2017

Monday WRites 112

[ image from google dot com]


REFLECTION
From the aeroplane's window, my view
is of a vast seductive silent sea;
behoved to stories of pirates told to me;
Seafaring men of mystery who pursue
games of plunder under sun and moon;
shinning bright, illuminating deeds
of blood, and gore, and sowing seeds
of treasure while greedy hearts swoon;
Swashbuckling rowdies drinking rum
on a day of less adventure, light leisure
Crackling laughter, gold tooth, bare gum;
But the blind-folded one, whose displeasure
it is to walk the plank, not even the hum
of this aeroplane's engine, his soul's measure.

REFLECTION © gillena cox 2008
[first published at poemhunter dot com]

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My mind is a blank page this morning so I snuck in an oldie ❧✿❧ 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 #112, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites ❧✿❧




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Enjoy The Music


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