Friday, October 20, 2017

463

[image from google dot com]

SNOUT-FAIR THE NIGHT
aaw October you be Merry-go-sorry
for while some be celebrating
some be Awhape to soooo much rain
and the flood waters rising
yet
no Slug-a-beds the devotees of light
for they put the tiny deyas on the stands
still they lit the flames on their miraculous night
SNOUT-FAIR THE NIGHT © gillena cox 2017


Written for Awhape me! at the imaginary garden

Paul prompted: giving us a list of 30 words from the English language that have fallen out of our consciousness and conversation that might conceivably make a comeback.

In my poem i used:
Snout-fair:Having a fair countenance; fair-faced, comely, handsome
Merry-go-sorry: A mixture of joy and sorrow
Awhape: To amaze, stupefy with fear, confound utterly
Slug-a-bed: One who lies long in bed through laziness

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Shubh Divali 2017

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

462

[image from google dot com]


SHUBH DIVALI
a cadence of raindrops... chants to Mother Lakhsmi...curved bamboo structures yet awaiting deyas...all this is happening on the street where i live

its morning ... sky sheds tears as the old moon is crumbled... into a thousand stars...new moon waits like a patient bride...adorned in light...she waits in her boudoir... high up in the sky

old moon will soon be forgotten... rain-tears cleared... new moon welcomed... as evening draws in...the celebrants have hearts full of hope...tiny deyas to be placed, on the bamboo forms... oil to be added for the flames...and a myriad of lit deyas to resonate stars....on the street where i live

new moon will shine... in this dark October night...Divali night...then the cadence of footsteps...of visitors and residents...shuffling through the rows of light...shubh Divali...on the street where i live

SHUBH DIVALI © gillena cox 2017


Note
Today is a public holiday here in T&T as the Hindu community celebrates Divali - The Festival of Lights
Diwali also spelt Divali / Deepavali a five-day festival in many regions of India, with Diwali night centering on the new moon – the darkest night – at the end of the Hindu lunar month of Ashvin and the start of the month of Kartika





Revisit
Divali 2016
Divali 2015


Blog hopping today with Poets United

Midweek Motif
Dark Moon, New Moon

Monday, October 16, 2017

Monday WRites 127



PLUMERIA STUDY
Lunch tastes better if its green i guess,
The way those caterpillars eat and eat,
Their colourful striped bodies do attest,
As they chomp their way to another mien.
Such leaves tastes better if its green i guess.
The Plumeria sends it's come-feast signal,
Or they wouldn't be there as welcome guest.
They would probably eat of rosebush or sage.
They harvest their worth in their fancy dress,
Tomorrow monarch butterfly or maybe a moth.
Surely lunch tastes better if its green i guess.
PLUMERIA STUDY © gillena cox 2017

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The Caterpillars are back again, they certainly resonate Autumn(in colour and transience) Though we in this clime do not experience Autumn nor Winter nor Spring nor Summer. We only experience a Wet Season and a Dry Season
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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 #127, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
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today's mosiac photos are from my garden - gillena cox 2017

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Revisit
16 October 2015

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Blog hopping with
Mosaic Monday#57

AND


Blue Monday
shopping cart

Thursday, October 12, 2017

460

[image from google dot com]


COLD SNAP
Once i felt your cold snap Autumn,
As sudden end to Summer.
My bags were packed that same day,
For home i had to be.
Way across ocean clouds,
There i had to fly.
Vacations; they are wonderful,
Yet home i had to be.
COLD SNAP © gillena cox 2017


Blog hopping with Poets United

Midweek Motif ~ Autumn
Prompted by Sumana Roy

Revisit
12 October 2015

Monday, October 9, 2017

Monday WRites 126

[Anthurium Lily from google dot com. I added a frame]


ANTHURIUM BOUQUET (for Granny)
I'll use my words, arrange them, into a bouquet
Of Anthurium Lilies, because you loved them.
Festival? no, alas! you cannot wear them as lei.
Its time for sobs, tears, and letting go, its time.
Memories too, i'll arrange them, into a bouquet.
Such fragrance, so beautiful, will now linger on
And smiles we shared at our last meet will stay,
Even when clouds burst watering your memory.
Your smile will meet mine, even if cloudy the day.
In your peaceful rest, His perpetual light to shine,
As i use my words, arrange them, into a bouquet.
ANTHURIUM BOUQUET (for Granny) © gillena cox 2017

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My friend's mother died yesterday and i'm really sad for her. They were so close - Mother And Daughter. She shared her mother with all her friends and we all called her, lovingly, Granny
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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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[all Anthurium lilies in this mosaic are from google dot com]


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#56

AND

the imaginary garden

Tuesday Platform open mic

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

458

[image from alphacoders dot com]


SOUND OF A HORSE
Were i that horse, shiny black as mirror of night,
Wild and free, oh wind my consort would be,
Forever above our offsprings, would twinkle bright,
Two soul mates created of whispers thus are we.

Breathe thee echoes of thy sighs oh wind,
For my hooves, of silver moonbeams shod,
Can surely pound to dust of midnight thinned,
Fury for glee, whichever of rocky paths i trod

And ocean songs, when tempests humbled, shall i sip.
There too, nibble Neptune’s jewels in the sand,
Where time settles, one breath at a time, at the lip,
Of creation, once spoken everything good spanned
SOUND OF A HORSE © gillena cox 2017

Blog hopping today with Poets United

Midweek Motif ~ Animals
prompted by Susan

Revisit
4 October 2016

Enjoy The Music



Monday, October 2, 2017

Monday WRites 125

[a Pinterest image]


SUNDAY MORNING MORINGA
We stand there in silence gazing at the Moringa
Green leafy truism working its healing magic
Soothing burnishing love grown sterling silver
Where sturdy roots hold even butterfly thoughts
Morning sun anointing us gazing at the Moringa
Eternity is really just a measure of hope a span
Sequence: here be you, here must be me thereafter
Some miracles hold their treasure in pinnate leaves
And some things are destined like words of psalter
Its no surprise then when September bows to October
One breezy Sunday morning gazing at the Moringa
SUNDAY MORNING MORINGA © gillena cox 2017

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Hello October ❧✿❧ 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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Revisit

Revisit
1st September 2016
1st September 2016ALSO, will link to

Physics with Björn: Order in Chaos


DO Enjoy the music

Saturday, September 30, 2017

456

[image from google dot com]


GAME ON
Spinning in a whirl of possibilities
To land in the web of sway
The fates have given so much power
To a nickel or a dime
A coin tossed to a question of risk
Gravity’s answer - heads or tails
GAME ON © gillena cox 2017


Midweek Challenge-- Thinking of the Little Things
Karin Gustafson prompting

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

455

[a Pinterest image]

THUS I RISE
How will history remember me?
Will history remember me at all?

As fliting blue tanager, blue jean?
Skittish dove pink footed on a wall?

Anguish of being flown from the nest?
Held in the arms of a loving guiding God?

Where a book-full of faith
Offered teaspoons of solace?

When one rosebud, tight, unopened,
Held the blooming of family - of love?

Now knowing love, must disappointment
Smile her taunts of desertion?

And smiles repay taunts for sake of faith
And again, again, those teaspoons of solace?

But looking forward to history's appeal,
I rise, to offer, a no-regrets-plea.

Just the savour of teaspoons of solace,
From a book-full of faith.
THUS I RISE © gillena cox 2017

Note

The blue grey Tanager in T&T is also called Blue Jean



Blog hopping today

Poets United
Midweek Motif ~ Rising Above
Sumana is the prompter today

Revisit
27 September 2016

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

454

image courtesy dVerse


SPICY SORTS
Sometimes, tears are just that, salty reminders.
Like onion rings on chopping boards;
Concentric multi-layered.
Then there are sneezes, when black pepper,
Sprinkles into loneliness, and no one's about
To say gesundheit.
Longing recalls warmly, nutmeg, grated
Into sticky dough, for coconut sweet bread
SPICY SORTS © gillena cox 2017

Blog hopping today with

Quadrille #41

AND


The Tuesday Platform
Its open mic on Tuesdays


Revisit
26 September 2016

Monday, September 25, 2017

Monday WRites 124










RAINDROPS ON LEAVES
Howling winds what are they saying
so important
in the face of
morning sunshine

Yon pigeons in the eaves are shushed
not a coo coo
not a shuffle
only silence

Pellets from rain clouds the leaves hold
an offering
from the heavens
just like manna
RAINDROPS ON LEAVES © gillena cox 2017

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September; slowly slipping away ❧✿❧ 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 #124, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
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Revisit
25 September 2015


ALSO: Blog hopping with
#54

AND


Macro Monday - tree trunk

Saturday, September 23, 2017

451

[the Emperor's new clothes, image from google dot com]

CLOTHES SOO FINE
They said to him "you look just fine"
He who sort pleasure of boudoir wine
Oh what a mess
For this poor tess
To walk the streets sans clothes a stein

To walk the streets sans clothes a stein
Laughter they pinned to mockery shrine
Pompous to unctous zeal
Emperor clad thus surreal
They said to him "you look just fine"
CLOTHES SOO FINE © gillena cox 2017


Blog hopping with imaginary garden

Fireblossom Friday : "The Distorted Lens"

revisit
23 September 2015

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

450

image source HERE


PEACE SEPTEMBER PEACE!
so peace the night, you winds of woe,
and gently hush you leaves and branches,
no more rustle of the tears in flight,
no more wade the floodgates to dismay,

so hush your howls September sprites,
and dry those tears clouds, lament no more

let peace then hammer nails of repair,
roots to trees be anchors once more,
peace! sweet peace, banish thee nightmare,
let warmth of sun to human hearts endure.
PEACE SEPTEMBER PEACE! © gillena cox 2017

blog hopping today with

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Peace

Revisit
21 September 2016
21 September 2015

Monday, September 18, 2017

Monday WRites 123

[cool planets 3d graphics mobile wallpaper from google dot com]


E[VER] LIFE?
[plug in part] of the charger gets twisted and breaks off
enough juice left [about 22 %] to start pulling hairs off scalp

then, shameless question to self, via smart brain
was there L[ife] before the cell phone?

all hours of insominia nights tap tapping to the light of
'Farmville Tropic Escape' or 'Fairway Solitaire'

moon fades to missing overused burn of fingers
daylight to come, Cellular Planet to go, fast landing

to the mall, ah the mall! for new charger new juice
was there E[ver] life before the cell phone gaming?
E[VER] LIFE? © gillena cox 2017

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Welcome to Monday WRites #123, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
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Revisit
18 September 2016


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Blog hopping with imaginary garden

mini challenge - juice
Responding to Brendan's challenge, write a poem about power in your life and the world. Write about family or creativity or instinct, plugging in or playing unhooked, heavenly or earthly powers, the power of life or death, human powers versus nature's, etc...Extra points for keeping your poem mini (-ish, -esque, -mal, -finny, etc.)

Thursday, September 14, 2017

448

image courtesy imaginary garden


STRANGERS
My feet shod in sneakers
[echo] greeters
I walk in glorious sun
[echo] fun
The door of the kiosk says PUSH
[echo] bush
Song birds poem the sky
[echo] high

He is before me in the queue
[echo] who
I wish his eyes were violet
[echo] triolet

Then I could poem him in colour
[echo] dollar
For his thoughts by and by
[echo] Hi
STRANGERS © gillena cox 2017

Blog hopping today with the imaginary garden

of muse and me
Sanaa is prompting

... ... ...

Revisit
14 September 2016
14 September 2015