Wednesday, January 31, 2018

498

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MOST LIKELY THE MOON
In those days when love chilled me
like a winter's dream,
I should have stolen kisses from the moon
Instead of penning blues like harpist or bassist

Then i could have plucked my hoarded booty
like Cherry petals,
Wafting then in a zephyr of diaphanous delight
Rather than sulking in nadir of doubting

When love refuses to bounce a reciprocal
like unbalanced boomerang,
Look to moon her face malleable but firm her core
Given freely naught to drill or steal her sap
MOST LIKELY THE MOON © gillena cox 2018


NOTES
May tonight's Blue Moon find you with a heart full of love
Super Blue Blood Moon 2018 January
The last Blue Moon occurred in July 2015 and in 2018, we'll experience two of them, a phenomena that won't happen for another 19 years. The second Blue Moon is slated to occur in late March.
A Blue Moon does appear blue in colour.


Block hopping today with

Poet United Midweek Motif ~ Moon

Enjoy The Music



Revisit
31 January 2016
31 January 2015

Monday, January 29, 2018

Monday WRites 140

[One internet image distorted using PicsArt forms today's mosaic]


BRAVE HEARTS
Brave hearts
Stamp frenzy where
Bird whistles string colour
Azure skies cuddle cumulus
Above
BRAVE HEARTS © gillena cox 2018

RHYTHM
Rhythm
Swirls like sea waves
Hungry to lap seashells
Still holding ocean voices in
Caverns
RHYTHM © gillena cox 2018

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29 January 2016







Saturday, January 27, 2018

496




SEASON CARNIVAL
These Carnival alive days, words prompt: whine,
Waist hip and bum[per]
Stickers, tag pace of revellers to
Word of rhythm. Airwaves
Allure eardrums. Perchance, street stepping
Does not your appeal hold. Of course one
Can always steal away to
Beach resorts from city munitions.
SEASON CARNIVAL © gillena cox 2018
Blog hopping today with

Weekend Mini-Challenge: Art with Me
Malagy believes in the powers of words and is prompting today


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Revist
27 January 2017
27 January 2016
27 January 2015



Thursday, January 25, 2018

495

[album page" Me 1983]

THE VIBE
There is in reflection, sweet solace
Keyboard tapping days past, to legacy

Words trace a hisory of rthymn spent
Costumed in street-parade's thematic scheme

Each pause thinking deeper going further
Way back to Blue Devil Jab Jab Mondays

And clouds smudged in rainbow Tuesdays
Ah but now, that Carnival vibe is over.
THE VIBE © gillena cox 2018




Blog hopping today with

Get Listed: Landslide Month
Angie is prompting: I chose from the horizontal List grouping: solace... trace...pause...over. I am February Born and have enjoyed many a Carnival birthday.


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Revist
25 January 2016
25 January 2015


Monday, January 22, 2018

Monday WRites 139

[images from a google dot com]


big task:
to write, to sing,
to woo the crowd each year;
keep them jumping, keep them dancing,
big song!!!

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singer
in Carnival:
labelled soca artiste;
in olden days, calypsonian/
griot.
© gillena cox 2018



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REVISIT
22 January 2017


Saturday, January 20, 2018

493

[image from google dot com]


GRACKLE
She loves to skip across my wall.
She sometimes playfully frolics with another,
through the ixora bush.
She wakes me at dawn with a definite chant.
Morning light follows streaming into my bedroom.
She draws the curtains across night with daring.
She keeps in her vision the vanishing moon,
until it fades thoroughly.
She espies the showy yellow bellied Kiskadee,
hogging the highest perch.
She is silent now after her opening song.
For awaking the day is tiring business.
She may or may not eat the safflower, who knows
She eats most things even french fries,
She flits through the Tamarind tree,
resting in its thick shady boughs.
She can never pale to the Blue Grey Tanager,
standing out bright black on the lawn grass.
Her black beak pecking pecking pecking,
who wouldn't stop and stare.
A song swallowed in her belly, she skits stops looks,
Eyes gold and bright.
Ever watchful ever looking
The shrub, the ant, the chameleon, held in her gaze,
pity the poor blackbirds baked in a pie.
Then from my wall to the neighbour's bushy silver grey shrub,
Her flight of fancy.
I am delighted to see her each and every day year long,
could this be reciprocal?
When she holds me in a stare and a dare.
What does she think of me?
Who is the human woman with clear brown eyes.
I am the one you touched in flight that day,
while i was walking down the main street.
Surely you remember me.
There aren't two of me you know.
Even though humans are so alike.
You sing from the high Euphorbia Cactus,
I tilt me head to see you.

Blog hopping today at imaginary garden

Weekend Challenge: Play Tennis With A Ghost
Brendan Challenges us: Go play tennis with a ghost. Take a poem by another poet you respond deeply to and write something by way of response.

I chose Even thou not a ghost i decieded to shadow play
Catbird by Mary Oliver
He picks his pond, and the soft thicket of his world.
He bids his lady come, and she does,
flirting with her tail.
He begins early, and makes up his song as he goes.
He does not enter a house at night, or when it rains.
He is not afraid of the wind, though he is cautious.
He watches the snake, that stripe of black fire,
until it flows away.
He watches the hawk with her sharpest shins, aloft.
in the high tree.
He keeps his prayer under his tongue.
In his whole life he has never missed the rising of the sun.
HERE

Revisit
20 January 2016

Thursday, January 18, 2018

492

[image from google dot com]


SISTER TREE
She is creation's cup
holding all nourishment
pouring all wealth

She who blossoms
grows and matures
with the word of creation
written on her hip

She straddles life
trees are symbols of her
eternal spirit

Sister tree
providing shade
in sun and rain
fortess of hope
in generations
SISTER TREE © gillena cox 2018


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[Back tracking and catching up with this one]


MOO IN THE MOON
Mr Moon's a shape shifter his wife will tell you
She tries to tame her mister, oh but all in vain
He likes to be round and also not so much
So cows can gaze and jump from their graze
And little dogs in amusement have a good chuckle
MOO IN THE MOON © gillena cox 2018



Blog hopping today at imaginary garden

Wordy Thursday with Wild Woman ~ The Tree Sisters

AND

Rhubarb



Revisit
18 January 2016

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

491

Pixabay image


WARM WISHES
A post card of warm wishes:
When wintery winds whirl,
Twirling wan lips to fresco,
Echo of words relinquish their repeat,
Sleep, under blankets of snow ensue;
Few so few, are the leaves of green,
Keen though are firs and pine which seek,
Peaking over vast wastelands of snow;
Grow then, in the warm embers of hearth,
Birth of Springtime as hope to treasure,
Measure of nature is a well planned oath
WARM WISHES © gillena cox 2018


Blog hopping today at imaginary garden

The Tuesday Platform

AND

Fussy Little Forms: Chained Rhyme


Revisit
16 January 2017

Monday, January 15, 2018

Monday WRites 138



my hope:
in a harvest,
with blessings from my friends;
little miracles from the earth,
lemons.

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thriving:
choice lemon seeds;
cradled to time's bosom,
in a little ceramic pot
last year.
© gillena cox 2018



Quote from the internet
“I believe when life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade...and try to find someone whose life has given them vodka, and have a party.”
--Ron White



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15 January 2017
15 January 2016 (1)
15 January 2016(2)

Monday, January 8, 2018

Monday WRites 137

[moonflowers from google dot com]


you shine
tagged to a sky
turning morning azure
just a convex saucer above
day moon
© gillena cox 2018

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Wishes For A Bright And Prosperous 2018. Monday WRites is back after The Holidays
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REVISIT
9 January 2017