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Shoes or Feet



comfortable likable sandals
they are blue,
the colour of my sky
five minutes ago

before the greyness
sitting on the mountain top
filled with sounds of raindrops
everywhere birds would sing

their chicken feet
and talon toes grasping air
to land on tree branches
where leaves grow

anchored in the ages
from sinewy stalks
to bark and lichen covered
trunks

not the kind elephants wear

they say tree spirits dance
around silk cotton trees
these kapoks witness
the backward turned
feet

of children
whose unbaptized souls
dare to wander the night

nevertheless
as for me
i'll wear them again
and again

my new
comfortable likable sandals
they are blue,
the colour of my sky
five minutes ago
© gillena cox


written in response to the prompt at Poetry Jam shoes or feet

Sunday's Mini-challenge: David Huerta

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OPEN AND SHUT SURGES

You open the window to grackle songs
The smooth gaze of velvet stings

You shut the cords of angels eyes
Their flight from irises to engage

You open and shut the dreamers weave
To thread my life through needle bare of bones

Yet fleshed of human emotions
through which my mind surges
© gillena cox



Written in response to
Sunday's Mini-challenge: David Huerta...challenged to write a new poem or prose poem in response to David Huerta's words. Some examples of responses include affirming what the speaker said or using his title or line of verse as a jumping board for your own writing.




And sharing also at
Poetry Pantry 234

One Word - Listening

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In the silence and in the din
Listen

When the amber of choices caution
And the red stumps an action

Know that voices are ever speaking
Know that guidance is always seeking

Audible
Perceivable

Paint this day in the colour win
Respect a good year; yes, Listen
© gillena cox


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╭✿ ╯Happy New Year
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written in response to the prompt at Poetry Jam One Word - "listening"

And back linking to The Tuesday Platform - "All the world’s a stage"

Bits Of Inspiration ~ Happy New Year

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"Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, 'It will be happier." Alfred Lord Tennyson


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I heard the wind this morning
A loud whoooooshing
The kind that causes breath to pause
From whence soul humbly withdraws
To divinity

Then it petered and dissolved there
In the calm of unseen atmosphere
Today is yesterday's tomorrow
It's like that the unseen day - Tomorrow
I broke into a hum

Those comforting songs you sing, enfold
When hope whispers at the threshold
Of a moment
[gillena cox]

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written for the challenge at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - today, to choose from given quotes addressing a new year. using as few as one or bits of all of them as jumping boards for inspiration... Writing about the new year in resolutions, non resolutions, hopes, dreams, plans, or merely the acknowledgement the calender has turned over into a new year.

And also sharing at
Poetry Pantry 233

Wordle 192

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With bleary eyes the lamb, they bleat;
A thousand stars perform,
The dance to night beat.
Always the same form,
Of moon wax and moon wane,
No need for panic or sweat.
Night enters, night leaves again.
Yet, there's one to come, to pay the debt;
To help mankind to redeeming grace.

Then, one star burns the inky sky bright;
To snag the thoughts of shepherds face.
There's rejoicing on high this night.
God-son redeeming born;
His choice a maiden blessed to bear him.
They gift the child so low-born,
And talk in whispers at the manger dim;
Three wise men in adoration,
To this the anointed son.
-- gillena cox


Written for
The Sunday Whirl Wordle 192

joy

Furling in the rhythms of joy
The recall of a little Mexican boy

Whose wisdom to give so humbly
Moved the realm of magic to reality

Thus the redness from a palette esoteric might
Add colour to the Flower of the Blessed Night
--gillena cox


written in response to the prompt at Poetry Jam "joy"


I am also back linking today to
Ruby Tuesdays Too

wordle 191

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Forever spinning on angels' trust,
Planets of our universe;
Earth, a beautiful blue jewel,
Glitters amongst the lot.

Spacecrafts carry our yearnings of,
New paths we hanker to tread;
For skeptics such is a lunatic endeavor.

But he is the loser, who refuses to dare,
Or to spread his wings, and thus to soar;
And tangle dreams in knots of despair.

But to say i can and then to dare,
To leave footsteps
In the ambiance of moon and time
Such is the journeyman's task
--gillena cox



Written for
The Sunday Whirl Wordle 191