Thursday, June 22, 2017

423

[image from google dot com]

MAYBE

They are waiting anxiously
for the lights to go out,

or maybe not the lights to go out,
for the curtains to open maybe,

maybe; just maybe, there be poems
wherein tunnels end, for light to shine.

MAYBE © gillena cox 2017


Note
Any Ekphratic undertones are sheer coincidence, in double checking spelling of some words, I came across the music video, listened to it, and decided to add to the post.


Blog hopping today with
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Literary Excursions with Kerry ~ Metafiction

Revisit
22 June 2015



Wednesday, June 21, 2017

422

[image from Pixaby dot com]


YOGA
In breath
A clearing sky from grey to azure
Pinks and salmons tinge bird song
Coolness of melons in every matter
Spider webs there sunrays belong

Hold
Life spins millions of tiny particles
Energy can create share or mandate
Such may even be grasp of tentacles
Understanding petals unfold to relate

Release
With gift of ego word a beautiful poem
Disperse compassion to all things unknown
Uncertainty exorcise to a steady low hum
Smile for love of God and seeds well sown
YOGA © gillena cox 2017


Blog hopping today with
Midweek Motif ~ Yoga
Prompter today is Sumana Roy



Revisit
21 June 2017

Monday, June 19, 2017

Monday WRites 113

[fair use: image of Storm from google dot com]

HUSHED TONES
Calm, cocks an ear.
"Shh", she reports
To tremble.

Tree, bird, and fish
Listen with eyes agape
And lips in quivering pout.

"Where is she now?
What is she doing?"

They all cower;
For they know
How mischievous
She can get,
They know her for
Her irate moodiness.

This is why they speak of her
In hushed tones,
Calling her name -
Storm.
HUSHED TONES © gillena cox 2017

verses

Copy this code, pin my button to your blog

We are, here in T&T, under Storm Warning ❧✿❧ 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 #113, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites ❧✿❧






❧✿❧

Will Link to The Tuesday Platform
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Saturday, June 17, 2017

420

[image courtesy the imaginary garden with real toads]

REPLY OF A PRINCESS WOOED
Twinge of raindrops at midday aglow,
Sprout umbrellas, under clouds below,
Incessant chatter of garden birds hush,
Where rosebush, thorn-spiked, still blush;
Then chisel me a diamond, or better still,
Dark emerald, a spell to my chastity will.
© gillena cox 2017


Blog hopping today with
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Micro Poetry ~ Dark Emeralds
Prompted by Kerry O'Connor

Thursday, June 15, 2017

419

[image courtesy: imaginary garden with real toads]

Night wends it's way to shadows on the cusp of solace, a sweet song of golden clouds have sung its way across the clouds, and sunset won the gambit of evening's roll of dice. So now, to sleep on the seat of moon, where no buttermilk cookies need run from a spoon. Ah, but all in her own sweet time will mistress Sleep swoon, to squander away the night to dreams.

Corpus Christi -
in the silence of dawn
my heart praising

© gillena cox 2017


Note
Today is a Public Holiday here in T&T : Its Corpus Christi: A Happy Holy Day to all.


Blog Hopping with
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Of Insomnia and Sleep
Sanaa is prompting today


Enjoy The Video



Revisit
15 June 2015

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

418

[Sea Anemone image from google dot com]

ANEMONE
When curved fingers of loneliness,
Like orbs of sand, clutter cup of daylight,
Through rhythms of shadow let slip moon,
She pauses as if in enchanted flight,
Mesmerized by souls of soundless lethargy,
So many in mortal confinement, tug at bearded hopes
In her sauntering flight away from her sister sun,
Of the fiery gown, of satin swirls, shivering in vibrations,
So ridge of mountains flatten to rainbow ribbons;
Then she knows, sentence of days and driftwood,
Aging of ocean screams, adorned with chests and treasure
Sunken and mysterious, poised and luring,
And from above, without gleam of emerald,
Without tender heart of teabag steeping in kindness,
Anemone of ponder approaches dry barren desert,
To accompaniment of radio whispers, striated crumbles
Of sister sun shafts the grey blanket of contemplation
Now reply to the question of coincidence

when that tiny bird
shot its crap to window pane
where were you moon orb

ANEMONE © gillena cox 2017


Blog hopping today with

Midweek motif
Seeking the Extraordinary in the Ordinary
Prompted by Sumana Ray


Revisit
14 June 2016

Monday, June 12, 2017

Monday WRites 112

[ image from google dot com]


REFLECTION
From the aeroplane's window, my view
is of a vast seductive silent sea;
behoved to stories of pirates told to me;
Seafaring men of mystery who pursue
games of plunder under sun and moon;
shinning bright, illuminating deeds
of blood, and gore, and sowing seeds
of treasure while greedy hearts swoon;
Swashbuckling rowdies drinking rum
on a day of less adventure, light leisure
Crackling laughter, gold tooth, bare gum;
But the blind-folded one, whose displeasure
it is to walk the plank, not even the hum
of this aeroplane's engine, his soul's measure.

REFLECTION © gillena cox 2008
[first published at poemhunter dot com]

verses

Copy this code, pin my button to your blog

My mind is a blank page this morning so I snuck in an oldie ❧✿❧ 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 #112, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites ❧✿❧




❧✿❧
Enjoy The Music


❧✿❧

Will Link to The Tuesday Platform
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Saturday, June 10, 2017

416

[image from google dot com]

NICE NICE
Old fashioned gal all nice nice,
Through my veins flows
Sugar and spice;

Most of the time anyways,
Till you mess with
What's mine is mine,

Squirrels and puppy dogs
Then better scamper away;
Cause i'm an old fashioned gal.
NICE NICE © gillena cox 2017


Blog hopping today with

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
“I Am Made of…” (Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly)



Revisit
10 June 2015

Friday, June 9, 2017

415



STAR OF THE MORNING
Morning star, guides dawn to a nice shelter,
From which her blanket of night, can be folded;
Halves, quarters, eights,
Enough to stash away into bird songs
Gifting tweets and trills

Sheer fragrance

The wisdom of windows opened
To coolness, before
Yon petulant sun pouts like a naughty child,
Too torrid to melt desert sands,
Too yellow for narcissistic dreamers.
STAR OF THE MORNING © gillena cox 2017


Blog Hopping today with
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Words Count With Mama Zen
ASSIGMENT: visit Astrology.com to get your tarot card for the day (it's free; no sign-up). Explore the meaning of your card.  Treat it as a joke, a portent, a really cool piece of art - whatever suits your muse.  Just make sure your muse keeps her musings to 60 words or less.

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

414

[images from google dot com]

you susurrate your daydreams in wave,
Atlantic - of frothy white secrets, they've
come and gone: galleon, caravel, carrack,
swivel your globes, dare to look back



sea grapes line borders of winding paths,
like swirling skirts of constraint to wrath,
ancestry frolics in face of watery heave,
sand bucket and spade steady play, perceive



sky colours in sea -
children at Manzanilla
building sandcastles
© gillena cox 2017


Blog hopping today with

Midweek Motif ~ Ocean(s)
Susan's prompting

* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ •。*

“You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is like an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.” ― Mahatma Gandhi

Monday, June 5, 2017

413

[image from pixaby dot com]

GHOST TOWN
Under eyebrow of day
Shone resplendent sun
Pistols emptied in shells of ray
Vacant the concrete of everyone
Except for snippets of murmuring breeze
Scant this ghost town a forever siesta

Whiffs and wafts clouds looked from above
As phantom counting drought-scars below
Shhh! in ambles quick-draw overcast
And a riddle of bullets of rain
GHOST TOWN © gillena cox 2017

Blog hopping with
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Flash 55 PLUS!


Revisit
5 June 2015



Monday WRites111

[image from pixabay dot com]


RAIN FLY
They danced like fairies, under the lamps;
An unstringed mobile in a windless dawn;
A stream of morning consciousness swamp,
Etheral stillness, mesmerizing rhythm,
Soundless, temporary wings, under the lamps;
The morning star, a lone bright light, kept
Sentient watch over night's dissolving ramp;
Assembling cloud wisps into grey mounds;
Fragile wings in courtship attraction to amps,
In the quiet street enlivening the new morning;
Rain flies, in amber glow under the lamps.
RAIN FLY © gillena cox 2009
[First published at poemhunter dot com]


verses

Copy this code, pin my button to your blog

The rains are definitly here, no drizzle or spinkle no tease; I haven't seen any rain flies yet, but they will soon be aroundd ❧✿❧ 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 #111, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
❧✿❧




❧✿❧
Enjoy The Music

❧✿❧
Will Link to The Tuesday Platform
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Thursday, June 1, 2017

411


[mosaic made: using images from google dot com; a PicsArt filter was applied to finish off]

JOY ABIDING
There really is this place abiding
Unicorn strides direct joy to everyday

No summer's heat or winter's snow
Joy above upholds moon's curved sky

A flourish, for air breathes happily
Weep of joy blossom from Poui Tree

And clouds reflect in rainbow arc
Again such joy as have come to pass
JOY ABIDING © gillena cox 2017


Blog hopping today with
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Fireblossom Friday
It's Only A Paper Moon
THE CHALLENGE: Write something that makes us believe in something that isn't real.

Revisit
1 June 2015