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image from google dot com




NEW HORIZONS
Oh mournful sea,
To whither, withdrawing thy skirted waves in flounces,
Brides departure be?
New horizons unrelenting tender hearts,
Venture in naivete,
Willing fragment to absorbing varsity,
Thy love insistent on hope to ever after tales,
Where dreams canst be,
If not Ophelia then rescued Rapunzel she.
© gillena cox



Blog hopping today with
Get Listed for May: Pablo Neruda

CHALLENGE - from Grapeling: To write a new poem using at least 3 of the list words (or reasonable variants), from a given list
I used the option: from "Poet's Obligation", page 429 (links to full poem at PoemHunter.com):
fragment, insistent, withdrawing, sea

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image from google dot com


ITS LIKE
like sunlight to start each morning
like birdsongs to awaken each bud
like wafting clouds with pastels hues
like the fragrance absorbing dew

................................of course the moon shines for the dark night
................................of course the stars design the after hours
................................of course the clink of ice soothes the ambers
................................of course bouquets tumble at the feet of goddesses

Liken life's canvas of hot laval splurges
Coursing through tenebrist tales ever aright
© gillena cox







linking to
The Tuesday Platform

Monday WRites 10

image from public domain


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 #10; whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites




GRAB MY BUTTON
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SIGHS OF SORROW
Sorrow salts the dust,
Among the rubble, glimpses
Of miracles, where breath,
Retains determined strands
Of life;
Tremor after tremor shakes,
The dreams, of futures dreamed,
In the hearts of April,
By a people, challenged now,
To rise once more;
Nepal,
We are praying for you.

❧✿❧

the weight of tears
burdens a nation in shambles -
earths's moon sees all
© gillena cox



backlinking to
FLASH 55 PLUS!


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Carpe Diem #720, "if taken in my hand"

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image prompt courtesy Magpie Tales



SELFIE
age of the selfie, its a snap
no one swoons at lake reflections to die

snap and share, a cold heart of stone
sculpts no wonder to wear

poised or posed, from here to there
to reach out, its a snap

posted, blogged, social share
fast and easy, a selfie reaches everywhere
© gillena cox



I am blog hopping today at
Magpie Tales Mag 268

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The Assembly of the Gods, after the frescoes in the Loggia of the Farnesina in Rome - by (after) Raphael (Raffaello Sanzio of Urbino); image from google dot com



PHEW!
Poems poured in,
How they danced,those words,
Erotic sambas to boot,
Why? for a trophy of worth

Port of call,
Here we are, here we are,
Excited to have gone the mile,
Winners then, are we all.
© gillena cox



Written for the prompt
Poems In April Final Day
CHALLENGE: (from Isadora Gruye) A BANG...A WHIMPER....A SYLLABANT HISS as we find ourselves at the end of yet another National Poetry Month.

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image from google dot com - Bird of Paradise flower



BUS TOUR
The bus is cool the day is hot
The AC is turned up just right
Voice of the guide drones on
When we turn our head to the left
Next we turn our heads to the right

There are no rails now no trains to ride
Buses now do us the cross country- drive
Voice of the guide drones on
There is history to this side
Industry stands side by side

The sea we can see
For an island are we
Voice of the guide drones on
Waves return in foamy white kept
Bird of Paradise flowers wind swept
© gillena cox


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╭✿ ╯'BUS TOUR' is my new poem a response to today's prompt
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you can also revisit where this haiga SWOONED is first published at Lunch Break 2013




Blog hopping today at
Poems In April DAY TWENTY NINE Frog-Cups in New York City
CHALLENGE:from Magaly Guerrero, she noticed a tiny plot of frog-cups or Fritillaria meleagris in bloom. so, it’s perfectly clear; we have to write a new poem that will include a flower named after an animal or a bird named after a flower.

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image courtesy The imaginary garden with real toads



HAITI'S PAIN © gillena cox
an oldie written in 2007; click the hyperlink to hear and to read the poem







Blog hopping today at
Poems In April DAY TWENTY EIGHT open mic