Monday, April 24, 2017

Monday WRites 105


[photos in this Mosiac: 1.Variegated leaves of Peacock Ginger Plant in my garden// 2.Peacocks and hens 3.Peacock at Wildfowl Trust, Point a Pierre Trinidad]

PEACOCK
Pretty pretty bird
Of you so much i had heard

Now we stare and stare
Still you only hold dear

To your garland display
For us no wings in array

You folded them tight
Held there with all your might

Pretty pretty bird
To call you vain is absurd
PEACOCK © gillena cox 2017

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Today's write is written in response to the prompt at imaginary garden ❧✿❧ 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 #105, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
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Artistic Interpretations - Beauty
Prompted By Margaret

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Revisit
24 April 2016
24 April 2015
Crunch Colour and Lace


Enjoy the music

Sunday, April 23, 2017

388

[image from google dot com]


CONTEMPLATION ON A COUCH
Sometimes a surprise is painted in bright colours
To seep through the windows of a dull lonely gaze

In the stillness of seemingly inertia
A change propels the momentum of a wider view

Look beyond the skin the flesh the bones
Deeper maybe a soul lurks somewhere hidden

Shut tight behind a golden bolted door which
When a sincere knocking was ever wrought opened
CONTEMPLATION ON A COUCH © gillena cox 2017

My Poem Inspiration
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth



Blog hopping with
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Fashion me your Words~The way you see it
I am the prompter today


Revisit
23 April 2015

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

387

[image from Google dot com]


AFTER COFFEE CORNFLAKES
Don't discard the cereal carton Tony.

Let me shape words for you.
High,
To clouds touching steeples,
Knowing seams of adhering.

Curved, like a slow steady gaze;
Far,
Into vast tomorrows,
Where heartbeats sync.

Forming shadows, bold and daring,
Play;
Rhythms of sunlight to ribbon,
Pale cool slow moon kisses.

I shape my words for you, Tony;
Round,
Like rings in eternal galaxies,
Where only laughter resides.
AFTER COFFEE CORNFLAKES © gillena cox 2017

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Poems in April - Poetry through the eyes of Carol Ann Duffy
Sanaa is prompting- The object of this challenge is to write about love, using a common everyday image

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Revisit
19 April 2016

Monday, April 17, 2017

Monday WRites 104


[image from google dot com]

RENEWAL
Streets lights go out,
I swear by those invisible threads

Morning birds carry through the air;
Singing their age old choruses,

Weaving their patterns of destiny,
For earth, as her wheel spins on cue,

Her angels, traditional patterns
Must continue, in renewal, in repair.
RENEWAL © gillena cox 2017

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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).
Wishes for a Happy Season of Easter ❧✿❧ Welcome to Monday WRites #104 ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites




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Revisit
17 Apr 2016


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Over // Under // Through

Thursday, April 13, 2017

385

[Raphael, 1516–1517. Christ Carrying the Cross;
from Google dot com]


CRUCIFY HIM
Tag him hustler, for soul's ransom
Label him scammer, for healings done
Seize him
Nail him to a tree awaiting

As for Barabbas the prisoner, free him
For wishes of mob must we accrue
Then in a tomb stash away folly
For such as is the mark of history

Now for limitless celebration
As a bridge we shall sell to angels.
CRUCIFY HIM © gillena cox 2017

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Get Listed - April Ain't Fooling edition




Monday, April 10, 2017

Monday WRites 103


[Holy Week Clip Art from Google dot com]

HOLY THIS WEEK
Of The one so holy
We dare ascribe a span of days
Insufficient
To the measure of being

We dare ascribe a span of days
Diligent in our liturgies
Notwithstanding
The sinfulness of our nature

His mercy gifted
Happy in our remembrances
HOLY THIS WEEK © gillena cox 2017

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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).
Its hot, hot and very windy here in T&T ❧✿❧ Welcome to Monday WRites #103 ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites




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10 Apr 2016
10 Apr 2015

Sunday, April 9, 2017

383


3 POETS TWEET (AND GIGGLES)
the chamber door
a rustle of purple curtains
oh curious midnight !

By the merest chance
Edgar; do you have a cat
named 'Jennyanydots' ?

praying the rosary
dawn falling away in my garden
I espy
new flowers on an old shrub
I could wear that colour lipstick
3 POETS TWEET (AND GIGGLES)
© gillena cox 2017


Process Note
The poem goes like this:
Edgar Allan Poe tweets, from The Raven to T.S. Eliot, who reply-tweets from his The Old Gumbie Cat. Then i tweet using motifs from Saturday night to today, Sunday midday.
After church yesterday evening, a stray cat slinked through my front gate, before me. Then last night
I dreamt that my neighbourhood was turned into a wasteland, there i stood in my dream-defiant mode:
i wasn’t leaving; so i pulled out my cellphone, called my husband and complained. Old grey dreadlocked wizard that he was, he quickly whisked me back home. So here i am folks, out of dreamscape today Sunday. I prayed my rosary this morning. And i'm here with my tweet poem sharing now.

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Twitter Me a Gothic Poem

Magaly is prompting today. She has asked for: a new 3-stanza poem, where each stanza contains 140 characters or fewer and follows these guidelines: the 1st stanza will be a tweet from one of the thirteen writers listed below. The 2nd stanza will be a reply to the first tweet, by a different writer from the list. The 3rd stanza will be your reply/input/commentary to the exchange between the two writers.

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Revisit
9 April 2015

Friday, April 7, 2017

382


[Child and Mask, 1955 by Kaoru Kawano;
from Google dot com]

RICE CAKES
A smile rules the doll's house
A story now is told
Ever a cuddly audience
Assembled there to hear

The Buddha sits in silence
Rice cakes set in his plate
The sweet scents of incense
Rise to dissipate

When sticky little fingers
Of a urchin standing by
Edges close to Buddha's plate
His rice cakes to deplete

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garden Buddha
incense and birdsong
an offering
for ancestor's tales
retold in Spring buds
RICE CAKES© gillena cox 2017


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Kerry Says ~ Let's Paint a Picture
Kerry Gives the option to choose works from selected artists and write a new poem using the technique of Ekphrasis.

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Revisit
7th April 2015

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

381


[image from Pinterest]

OF STAR DUST AND NIGHT SWOON
Inky dark the night
And moonless the sky
For Most-Wicked-est the wand
Had plucked out the moon

The Star Group held witness
To this heinous act
And hurried to a place
More beyond than the sky

Here he dwelleth
The one they called The Highest
Seated on a throne
Most magnificent
Most beautiful

Star Group bowed in reverence
He touched their points so lightly
They blurted out
The plight of the sky

The Highest listened and nodded
And shone in wrath
How! Dare! He!
Thundered The Highest

And the great beyond trembled
At his voice
His sylla-bells reached
The thousand air-drums
Of Most-Wicked-est
Who heard and heard and shook
In a tizzy of petrified fright

The moon dropped
And bounced twice
Then rose as if helium sated
To its place in the sky

I tell you this tale
I tell you in truth
For dramas so many
Are witness only
To star dust clusters
OF STAR DUST AND NIGHT SWOON © gillena cox 2017


Happy Birthdays to
Magaly Guerrero and Rommy Driks,
on April 5th and 28th 
 


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Prompt Nights
Light is easy to love. Show me your darkness –
[Sanaa is honouring two birthdays in this her final edition of Prompt Nights]

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The Tuesday Platform

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Revisit
4 April 2015

Monday, April 3, 2017

Monday WRites 102

to the Woodford Square trees:

swaying to incessant mantras
of tireless winds gushing through,

listening for Cathedral bells and hymns.
its April!
how about some yellow Poui blossoms!
© gillena cox 2017

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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).
Its hot, hot and very windy here in T&T ❧✿❧ Welcome to Monday WRites #102 ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



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Revisit
3 Apr 2016

Sunday, April 2, 2017

379


[image courtesy Imaginary Garden With Real Toads]

CATCH AND LOOT
Bare, backs turned to dazzling sun
Ears, rebellious like upstream salmon glitching
Fiery, descended bearded dragons
Blocking paths tagged peace/contentment
Sunset, sunk severely behind curved horizons
For smiles never fitted rainbows to despair
Again, pride of man sprouted spiked backs
Faces, turned to wrath and brimstony facade
And, Trappist-1 huddled for catch and loot
CATCH AND LOOT © gillena cox 2017

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Flash 55

Revisit
2 April 2015