Thursday, June 21, 2018

573

[image from google dot com Fair use]

Now to rain showers the heat wanes asunder
Poet shape my words to outspread umbrellas
© gillena cox 2018


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Couplets for the Solstice
Prompted by Frank Hubeny.

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21 June 2017
21 June 2016
21 June 2015

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

572

Caladium in my garden after a few days of rain tease

AH CALADIUMS
Ah Caladiums, a tiny nudge of raindrops,
they cycle in like toddlers.
Happy faces ready for adventure,
ready to show-off new found skills.
Wheee!!! look at me, speckled
to the likes of my fancy.
Happy the rains have finally
decided to cycle in.
AH CALADIUMS © gillena cox 2018


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Quadrille 59 - cycle
Prompted by Kim.

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19 June 2017
2 cycle 2015
1 cycle 2015

Monday, June 18, 2018

Monday WRites 159


[I cropped 3 images from the internet to form today's mosaic]

HEARTBREAKER
Night, shamed into mists of dawn,
Rests a coy head against pillows of drifting cloud.
Silver light lends an allure to winged messengers,
Proclaiming today.
This newness, as stale as yesterday's birdsongs,
Enlivens coolness of daybreak;
Like a heartbreaker, it will not stay,
For torrid are these days though the Season
Of The Rains are upon us.
HEARTBREAKER © gillena cox 2018



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18 June 2016
18 June 2015.1
18 June 2015.2






Thursday, June 14, 2018

570


RIVER RAMBLINGS
smooth stones,
sharp stones,
stones;
down by the river,
aflow,
flow,
thoughts in contemplation;
words,
words in hibernation;
shadows emerge,
to a sprng of,
fresh green,
poetry life;
where verse directs,
the heart song of a lurid,
trickle over a bed,
of river silt;
how deep in into the earth’s layers?
seeps the silt of,
immersed concentration;
listening to hear,
the sounds,
silent in the heart,
of a universe;
always,
saying something,
of,
universal measure.
RIVER RAMBLINGS © gillena cox 2010; first published at poemhunter

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OpenLinkNight#222
Its open mic hosted by Grace

Revisit
14 June 2017
14 June 2016
...river meandering 2015

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

569

[Filippo Baraccani image from google dot com, fair use]

WISPS TRANSIENT
Lust:
That salty
essence enticing, just
When the vagaries of
Reasoning, asks to be harnessed
Into meaningful harmonies, only to
Be wasted in wisps transient.
WISPS TRANSIENT © gillena cox 2018


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Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Lust
Prompted by Sumana Roy



Revisit
...cold gone lust 2017
13 June 2016
...a King's lust 2015



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Tuesday, June 12, 2018

568


FREEDOM: THE BEST KIND
Clouds drift, hugh and white in their puffiness. Sometimes i wonder of their weight and texture. Even though i think of cotton candy at a village fair, but not for its sweetness.

I did promise myself, i would write a haiku a day on my retirement. I would sit in my gallery gazing at the clouds sometimes pink, sometimes yellow, sometimes blue. As morning shapes herself, urged on by bird songs.

I did write a haiku a day, in that phenomenal space, but just for a while. Then i lapsed in sometimes and then a few days went by without the haiku muse's whispers. But its all good. I now write in the freedom of the moment. Those were the good old internet slow, days, when my imac was bondi coloured and oh so cute. Later my Dell with its CD pull out drawer came into my life.

Still with my Acer, I write and share, anytime of day or night. Retirement is not having to put the alarm bell on, not having to go to sleep to wake up to go to work. Its the best kind of freedom, believe me.

a butterfly
scallops its peculiar paths
wildflowers sway
FREEDOM: THE BEST KIND © gillena cox 2018


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Haibun Monday – Complexity of Freedom
Björn proms to write about freedom.

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...our freedom 2018
12 June 2017
Freedom celebrates... 2016

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Monday, June 11, 2018

Monday WRites 158


'WE BEAT' CLOSURE
Wind, is not who has stolen the vibe,
Nor Mocking Birds frolicking through pruned Ixoras.
It is just a time of capsized-jouvert ending.
Another end May-into-June festival time timed-out
To closure, but this year on a new note.
The folk has had earful of calypso and pan;
Belly full of corn soup, roti,
Ribald and rhetoric, staged under light of moon.
A count of days, till next year, that is all.
Now the festival of 'we beat' is over.
'WE BEAT' CLOSURE © gillena cox 2018

#jouvert is traditionally a beginning event. It happens at dawn on the Monday of Carnival is the opener for the street parades. This year in St James a jouvert event has been included for the first time in the end phase of The we beat festival.

#We Beat Festival: What began as a 9 nights cultural festival of end May into first week of June; celebrating the rich diversity of the people of St. James, Port of Spain. is now A week long mid-year event




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Blue Monday: Moose Mural

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we beat rhythms 2015
we beat vibes 2015
not a word said