Wednesday, May 27, 2015

80


see also 'Home Alone' a 'Watergrass haiga' 2008 here


WATER GRASS
The sky is blue, filled with morning cloud;
The little girl, must go to the grassy mound;
Passing about four houses, from her home;
Pull out the watergrass, whose flowers are blue;
Blue flowers, like cloud and sky, a delight to her;
The chickens, however, love to eat the green leaves;
That is why, her father, sends her to fetch some;

The sky is blue, filled with morning cloud;
The woman is old, yet, sky is azure as before;
She delights in taking photos, of all the weeds;
Some are red, some are white, and yes, some blue;
Blue, and growing wild and free, like on the mound;
Only now, she leaves them be, there are no chickens;
She had left that old homestead, years, years ago.
© gillena cox



Commelina
Here in Trinidad and Tobago we say 'watergrass'; it is also known as Asiatic Day flower
...In China it is used as a medicinal herb with febrifugal, antipyretic, anti-inflammatory, and diuretic effects. Additionally, it is also used for treating sore throats and tonsillitis. Recent pharmacological investigations have revealed that the Asiatic dayflower contains at least five active compounds. One of these, p-hydroxycinnamic acid, shows antibacterial activity, while another, D-mannitol, has an antitussive effect. In China and India the plant is also used as a vegetable and fodder crop...



Written in response to Susan's prompt today
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Weeds/Weediness

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

79

image- Still Life with a Hat, an Umbrella, and a Bag. John Frederick Peto - courtesy Magpie Tales


THE COTTAGE
She was tired of littered streets
Careless wanton disrespect deletes
Rewards left at sunset’s presentation
Muck and grime scenario revelation

Trudging through bones of discontent
Tiredness a shawl of ragged lament
Bore down her soul crossing that bridge
‘Tween toil and evening’s destined cottage

The solace of humbleness awaits
With fine face and tidy debates
Of cobbler, soup and bread, or fruit and cheese
& cheery old aunt; purse hat & brollie release
© gillena cox

written in response to the photo prompt The Mag 271


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Monday, May 25, 2015

Monday WRites #13

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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).
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CREATION SONG 1
What brush daubs morning
Splendor of bird songs
Whose at the tip of sky-grey yawning

Breath awakened the night longs
To go in concealment

What wonders bring you daylight
To steer a course of puzzlement
Do you have that right

Lo! the fullness of day no one
Dares claim for his own
© gillena cox 2015





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Thursday, May 21, 2015

77

image from public domain


THE CATERER SAYS...

Wine
full dry white fruity
curing bottling chilling tasting
Ice bucket corkscrew cocktail evening supper
driving entering asking directing nodding
cheddary sharp tangy salty
Cheese

THE CATERER SAYS - a diamante poem
© gillena cox 2015





Written for the prompt by Fireblossom
Fireblossom Friday: Recipe For....Poetry
Challenge:poems which include a list of some kind
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Wednesday, May 20, 2015

76


... most historians contend that jellybeans were first linked with celebrations of Easter in the United States sometime in the 1930s for its egg-like shape. In politics, jelly beans earned fame as Ronald Reagan claimed them as his favorite treat.


HAPPINESS
And, as night stood, cobalt blue,
They now cower'd around a cold moon,
All strident clouds of daytime sun shivering;
Lived by the light, slept in the night;
Happily then, one bright star, sang a lullaby;
Ever these words so sweetly heard,
After, they had supped, on jellybeans
© gillena cox 2015








Written in response to Susan's prompt today
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Happiness

75








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Monday, May 18, 2015

Monday WRites 12

Ascension of Jesus image from google dot com

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 #12; whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites


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CLOUD
When morning faded in stellar allure
Seeks to bewitch with dust and pallor

When rocky terrain magically appear
Drawing blood at feet weary of wear

A cave where a stone heavy with rest
Forebodes such charm further regress

A talisman for a penny worth of light
Needs be the salvation honed foresight

Cloud covered let this day then assume
The gift to perform miraculous abloom

Cloud be meandering heart's day dream
Smothering despair return joy to deem
© gillena cox 2015







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Saturday, May 16, 2015

73

Dance The Bele by Karin Best image from google dot com




SPAWN
swing children sway,
sway for the rhythm of chantwell,
chantwell words from the mouth,
mouth of griots, souls of the landed,
landed here in new sounds,
sounds to mourn the loss of mother land;
mother land expands, to birth fresh voices,
voices of rapso, shaping this identity,
this identity of third world cultures,
third world cultures of first class music,
music of steel bands, and kaiso singers,
kaiso singers: telling, telling, telling of,
telling of ancients, and spawn of futures
© gillena cox 2015









Written for today's prompt from Karin at
Weekend Mini Challenge--Connect the Chimes!

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Thursday, May 14, 2015

72




ZURI

Zee is for Zuri
A sweet little girl
Grandma’s lil sweetheart
She’s sometimes called

She loves to sing
Alphabet songs
Ask her, she can sing
All day long

Zuri is cute
Zuri is fine
Letter Zee for Zuri
All the time
© gillena cox


Written for Alphabe-Thursday LetterZ
Jenny Matlock

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

71

animation from google dot com




DOG DAYS
Wave after wave of sultry humid winds
Sweep dry dust of morning long and hot

Gathering particles of time in swift ardor
Wave after wave of sultry humid winds

Dog days trounced to crisp and crackle
Sweep dry dust of morning long and hot

Drawing sweat these tawdry sun rays
Gathering particles of time in swift ardor

Drought encumbent near driftwood poses
Dog days trounced to crisp and crackle

Returning waters lick barefoot toes
Drawing sweat these tawdry sun rays

Drought encumbent near driftwood poses
Returning waters lick barefoot toes
© gillena cox



Written in response to Sumana's prompt today
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Waves

Monday, May 11, 2015

Monday WRites 11

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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 #11; whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites


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MONDAY AFTER
so they took their mamas to lunch
well lets face it, some took her to brunch
the restaurants, pregnant with mamas
irony of the other way round

so she ate, all these mamas eating...
for centuries, she has done the feeding
irony of the other way round

they smile and fuss and choose
right sides, right condiments, got it right
irony of the other way round

she wakes to the alarm clock ringing
that’s when she returns to the spin cycles
of washer and dryer and dirty socks
ever heard of the Monday after?
© gillena cox




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Friday, May 8, 2015

69

image from google dot com




NEW HORIZONS
Oh mournful sea,
To whither, withdrawing thy skirted waves in flounces,
Brides departure be,
New horizons unrelenting tender hearts,
Venture in naivete,
Willing fragment to absorbing varsity,
Thy love insistent on hope to ever after tales,
Where dreams canst be,
If not Ophelia then rescued Rapunzel she.
© gillena cox



Blog hopping today with
Get Listed for May: Pablo Neruda

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CHALLENGE - from Grapeling: To write a new poem using at least 3 of the list words (or reasonable variants), from a given list
I used the option: from "Poet's Obligation", page 429 (links to full poem at PoemHunter.com):
fragment, insistent, withdrawing, sea

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

68

image from google dot com


ITS LIKE
like sunlight to start each morning
like birdsongs to awaken each bud
like wafting clouds with pastels hues
like the fragrance absorbing dew

................................of course the moon shines for the dark night
................................of course the stars design the after hours
................................of course the clink of ice soothes the ambers
................................of course bouquets tumble at the feet of goddesses

Liken life's canvas of hot laval splurges
Coursing through tenebrist tales ever aright
© gillena cox







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Monday, May 4, 2015

Monday WRites 10

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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 #10; whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites





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SIGHS OF SORROW
Sorrow salts the dust,
Among the rubble, glimpses
Of miracles, where breath,
Retains determined strands
Of life;
Tremor after tremor shakes,
The dreams, of futures dreamed,
In the hearts of April,
By a people, challenged now,
To rise once more;
Nepal,
We are praying for you.

❧✿❧

the weight of tears
burdens a nation in shambles -
earths's moon sees all
© gillena cox



backlinking to
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Carpe Diem #720, "if taken in my hand"

Sunday, May 3, 2015

66

image prompt courtesy Magpie Tales



SELFIE
age of the selfie, its a snap
no one swoons at lake reflections to die

snap and share, a cold heart of stone
sculpts no wonder to wear

poised or posed, from here to there
to reach out, its a snap

posted, blogged, social share
fast and easy, a selfie reaches everywhere
© gillena cox



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