Wednesday, March 29, 2017

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And the man said: this one at last is bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh! She is to be called woman
[Gen 2:23]

THE WAY IT IS
Gender gender goose and gander
What on earth is there to wonder
Boys are the males
And girls are the females
When these two meet as divinely
Ordained life goes on

Gender gender fox and vixen
Roles are not gender
Colours are not gender
Doctor man meets Lady astronaut
They have dinner and watch a movie
The start of something groovy
THE WAY IT IS © gillena cox 2017

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Midweek Motif ~ Gender

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

377



BALLOONS
Wetness stirs, tossing essence;
Reveling in sweet laughter of lavender,
My grandchild and I, float periwinkle dreams,
In shallow sheer delight, of crystal clear bliss.
We imbue exciting fragrances of make believe.
Us, connoisseurs, in our very own fables.
Pastel coloured balloons bunch overhead
© gillena cox 2017

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Prompt NightsFly (over) Friday – [1]


Quadrille #29 Balloon

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Tuesday Platform


Revisit
28 March 2015

Monday, March 27, 2017

Monday WRites 101


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From 'Omeros' - Poem by Derek Walcott
BOOK SIX

Chapter XLIV

I

In hill-towns, from San Fernando to Mayag├╝ez,
the same sunrise stirred the feathered lances of cane
down the archipelago's highways. The first breeze

rattled the spears and their noise was like distant rain
marching down from the hills, like a shell at your ears.
In the cool asphalt Sundays of the Antilles

the light brought the bitter history of sugar
across the squared fields, heightening towards harvest,
to the bleached flags of the Indian diaspora.

The drizzling light blew across the savannah
darkening the racehorses' hides; mist slowly erased
the royal palms on the crests of the hills and the

hills themselves. The brown patches the horses had grazed
shone as wet as their hides. A skittish stallion
jerked at his bridle, marble-eyed at the thunder

muffling the hills, but the groom was drawing him in
like a fisherman, wrapping the slack line under
one fist, then with the other tightening the rein

and narrowing the circle. The sky cracked asunder
and a forked tree flashed, and suddenly that black rain
which can lose an entire archipelago

in broad daylight was pouring tin nails on the roof,
hammering the balcony. I closed the French window,
and thought of the horses in their stalls with one hoof

tilted, watching the ropes of rain. I lay in bed
with current gone from the bed-lamp and heard the roar
of wind shaking the windows, and I remembered

Achille on his own mattress and desperate Hector
trying to save his canoe, I thought of Helen
as my island lost in the haze, and I was sure

I'd never see her again. All of a sudden
the rain stopped and I heard the sluicing of water
down the guttering. I opened the window when

the sun came out. It replaced the tiny brooms
of palms on the ridges. On the red galvanized
roof of the paddock, the wet sparkled, then the grooms

led the horses over the new grass and exercised
them again, and there was a different brightness
in everything, in the leaves, in the horses' eyes.

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Honouring 1992-Nobel Laureate, St Lucia born Derek Walcott [1930-2017] ❧✿❧ Welcome to Monday WRites #101 ❧✿❧ No poem from me today ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



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Enjoy The Music


Saturday, March 25, 2017

375

[kiskadee from google dot com]
KISKADEE
Kiskadee kis kis kadee
you sing your syllables
a morning tune for free
another of life's miracles

someone notes your calling
and ponders, this be poem
the art of some installing
word craft, a worthy totem.
KISKADEE © gillena cox 2017

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Weekend Mini Challenge: Thought Animals
Today Kim has challenged us - Today’s challenge is to choose an animal, any animal you like, and turn it into a poem about a poem, writing in quatrains and following as closely as you can the process of writing a poem.

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Kiskadee Call from Environment & Natural Resources on Vimeo.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

374


TWO SPIDER LILIES
two spider lilies greet my morning footsteps
with smiles as slim as slices of day moon

sincere silence of a kiskadee adds witness
white banded head, beak closed in observance

knowing streaks of gratitude radiate sunbeams
for are not lilies happy of this timely flirt?
TWO SPIDER LILIES © gillena cox 2017


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The Tuesday Platform



Carpe Diem
#1176 Theme Week Hafiz (2) lover

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Revisit

21 March 2016
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YES (✿◠‿◠) The Spider Lilies are from my garden this morning

Monday, March 20, 2017

Monday WRites 100

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LENT
Lord Jesus, you died for us;
bEfore you gave up your divine self,
to Newness in your resurrected self,
you Turned to heaven, and forgave us.
LENT © gillena cox 2008 [first published at Wordchimes]

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Friday, March 17, 2017

372

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MATTIE
she's on that darn bicycle again
this time she wears a purple hat

a purple lace fascinator droops
over her determined charcoal face

a charcoal face with lion-green eyes
her gold bracelet glistens the sunlight

the gold bracelet her daddy gave her
gifted to her on her fifteenth birthday

an inscribed gift, branding, ownership tag
like they did at the slave auction long ago

today she was determined
she would raise that fascinator

look upon his closed lion-green eyes one last time
and whisper, "daddy, i too, am your daughter".
MATTIE © gillena cox 2017

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Fireblossom Friday: Incongruity

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Process Note

After reading a few days ago Candy Don't Come In Gray by Roslyn Carrington, and attending a meet-the-author session with my book club; i was inspired to write this poem about my favourite character in the book 'MATTIE'. This poem is not saying that this is all there is to Roslyn's Mattie, but rather my impression, meeting and observing Mattie in a very brief encounter in one of the chapters of the book. I'm sharing in response to Fireblossom's prompt