Monday WRites 17

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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 ).
Welcome to Monday WRites #17, my poem today is a FOLD read more about this form here ; whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites




IMAGINATION
A glass of water to quench the thirsty soul,
Withered to reasoning, where questions
First aroused, the searching depths so bold;
Bounteous and feathered, those fancies fly;
Outstretched minds to quench the thirsty soul;
Regard similarities, between leaf and frond,
Recurring to measure, wearied schisms of old;
Less they wander, too far, too wide, too distant;
Out-of-reach, hides securely in a pot of gold
Where imaginings soar in readiness thrust
That glass of water, to quench the thirsty soul
© gillena cox





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PICTURES OF CONFETTI

Under the tree there is a pink carpet
Spread; did some one say cherry petal?
Not the answer to fit that colour
Pomerac flowers? yes

Rolling with the wind, in the rhythm of
The wind, bracts, purple's the hue;
Grey concrete pavement holds, the
Sound of footsteps

The centers of white plumerias
Are, filled with the sun's radiance;
They fall, tumble lightly, speckling
The grass, pretty as can be

He left, for she beckons, that Jezebel!
With breasts to suckle displacement;
Children need their father you know,
They make good horseys, hands and knees
On the floor

Ah yes white, is the colour of the rose you
Dunked in the dark waters of your selfish
Blood curdling bowl Jezebel! Remember?

There's no colour to state heartlessness
There's no colour to paint a young wife
In grief, thinner than her petite size,
Sized to un-sexy

Oh but that was long ago, before the
introduction of wild strawberry, tumbleweed
And razzmatazz, pretty names for colours
That always existed

Guess what? some colours, are just mightier
Than the sword
© gillena cox 2015



Written for Fireblossom's prompt
Fireblossom Friday Picture This

The challenge: to complete the title given part of, and then to write a new poem to go with it "Pictures of _________"

Monday WRites 16

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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).
Welcome to Monday WRites #16, my poem today is a FOLD read more about this form here ; whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



MUNIFICENCE
For nougth but day, the light doth shine;
Stars move in easy pace, to spaces bound;
Look not toward heaven, with sad divine;
Within the mind, there dwells, honed report;
Thy heart, cherubic as the light doth shine;
In this, the transience of mortal blight
Why searcheth far away, to places not of thine;
Here now he dwells , while amongst as afar;
A wasteful effort, an insult, the searching tine;
The wild daisy thrives in heat and wind,
Generous charity, for the light doth shine;
© gillena cox






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TIME
I sit on your window sill,
Balanced and composed,
My creation is complete;

I am made of eons and eras,
My belly had digested all,
That there is, was, and will be;

I am free, freer than a bird,
Or fish in the sea;
I move into yesterday,
Coming out of tomorrow;

Would you open your window for me?
We can frolic the throes of existence,
We can unmake history;

Pulling on a string of yarn, we’ll gather up
All that can be; and still be,
Whatever there already is.
© gillena cox



Revisit to read
of time
sometimes its time




Written in response to Susan's prompt today
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Time

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IN MY GARDEN
When the bough breaks
Then the blossoms profusely reiterate
A hardiness, a determination a will
Twice more to liven the days of bird’s thrill
Profusion can mimic the heat of dog days
I guess i just can seems what it says
Bright bougainvillea sprays furl again and again
On the parched dry earth awaiting the rain
© gillena cox 2015




Written for Marian's prompt today
The Tuesday Platform


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Linking also to
Ruby Tuesdays Too

Monday WRites15

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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).
Welcome to Monday WRites #15, my poem today is a FOLD read more about this form here ; whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites


WE BEAT
here rhythms and strides of a community
in celebrating the 'we beat' festival
still striving to preserve a unity
circling in an annual events sphere
spins rhythms and strides of a community
with their music crafts and skills
that spot called St James in the city
hones an outdoor bouquet a potpourri
when you get to the nitty gritty
the pulse of footsteps out in the street
are rhythms and strides of a community
© gillena cox






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FLOWER PETALS
Fallen petals
Carpets of words to describe
Wind’s fandangle
With ceremonial pomp to flights
Fantasy and fanciful streams
Colour the poet’s strands
Of ink filled quills
Spewing pinks, whites, purples
Words, phrases, word-phrases
Fallen petals
© gillena cox 2015



Written for the prompt
Bits Of Inspiration ~ Floral Explosion