Sunday, October 11, 2015

130

Camel Thorn Trees, Namibia -
image courtesy imaginary garden


EVER/NEVER
Every sundry moon glow
Whence
Morning returns

Is there ever
A question
Left
Unprompted

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THIS UNDYING LOVE
Another Saturday ends a week
Of truant hours for those who seek
Azure are skies, a mocking bird skips
Evening sighs say thou wind has lips
What more would be whispered
Than that already secreted
To waving branches having no care
Except to yield to wind's despair
For ever a love refusing to slumber
Never to forget always to remember
EVER/NEVER; THIS UNDYING LOVE © gillena cox 2015

Written for
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Get Listed for October
Grapeling's challenge for this month's Get Listed is to use at least 2 *sets* of words in a new poem from a list that was given.

Up Close & Personal ~ Micro Poetry
Kerry O'Connor's challenge is to write a poem in no more than 10 lines.

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

129

image from google dot com


ON LEARNING
All my tears are sieved
Returning like cornmeal
To a desert bowl
To a wasteland, where sorrows grow
Prickly sharp, in cactus folds
Awaiting, yet another crush
To pour itself, into agave cups
There to dreaded stupor, all may drink
For I am no more than this
Than ambrosia to wanton paths
Cold the winds
And hot the sands
Dualy now, the phantoms sing
For now, belly buttons
Morphed into Gods, random
In the night, will carry their whims
Ah, but I, I lift up my eyes
To an unseen command whose word
Resides in the phrases of a poem
Ripped from that space in aged sentence
Sung, in the heart's deep yearning
Learned, from the source of light so
Loving
ON LEARNING © gillena cox 2015


Written for Susan's prompt
Midweek Motif ~ Teacher, One Who Teaches


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Written for the prompt by Abhra
What is your gift at

Monday, October 5, 2015

Monday WRites 32

image from google dot com


TODAY'S WRITE
Bright of the morning, birds in sync
Light, snuggles against the tree top
Writers of old, they spilled the ink
Today, a flower on the desktop
A mouse clicks
Where a pen once dripped
Even sticky notes
From the settings rewrote
As light, snuggles against the tree top
Bright is the morning, with birds in sync
TODAY'S WRITE © gillena cox 2015

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



GRAB MY BUTTON

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Saturday, October 3, 2015

127



The old shopkeeper wore khaki pants,
And counted on his wooden abacus;
Folks called his corner store chinee shop,
A good place to buy cheese and hop;
Penny bread and ching-chong talk,
While the beads flew forth and back;
Lanterns with tassels he sometimes hung
Red were the colour of the songs he sung
ABACUS © gillena cox 2015




Written for Kerry's prompt
FLASH 55 PLUS!
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Today we have been challenged to write a poem a piece of poetry or prose on a subject of our choice in precisely 55 words

Friday, October 2, 2015

126

Carnivorous pitcher plants on top of Mount Roraima from a google dot com search


RORAIMA PITCHERS
The lure of red in this surreal pliant
Mystify insects as if by magic chant
They lose their way
For as best they may
Into the stomachs of the pitcher plant

RORAIMA PITCHERS © gillena cox 2015


Written for Hannah's prompt
Transforming with Nature's Wonders
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
where the focus is Mount Roraima, and the landscape where Venezuala, Brazil and Guyana meet. Some of the oldest geological formations on earth, dating back to some two billion years ago in the precambrian.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

125

image from google dot com


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RECOVERY
June 2001, surgery again, i had braved myself through the pre process, until the day scheduled.
Truly the loneliest feeling , is being wheeled into an operating theater

a fading image
the crucifix on the wall
that struggle to rise
swimming out of the nadir
of surgery into the light

clear azure skies
surely angels are watching
as i return
the familiar patterns
familiar shapes of home

RECOVERY © gillena cox 2015

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October 1976 my uterus was taken out, in June 2001 my ovaries were removed, on each occasion because of benign growths, in my abdominal area, the doctors reported, left alone could prove fatal.
The grateful aspect of this scenario is however: i had already given birth to a daughter in 1971 and a son in 1973. So i was already blessed with the charge of carrying two healthy children and being a mother.

edited to include: this is by no means a complaint; but rather, just info

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Written for Susan's prompt
Midweek Motif ~ Recovery/healing

Monday, September 28, 2015

Monday Writes 31



TEA AND IXORAS

Its Monday morning;
My hands sense the warmth,
From a flower patterned teacup;
I walk out to the garden,
To look at the ixora bush;
Between sips of green tea,
An orange coloured butterfly,
With shades of brown,
And spots of white,
Wanders across the bush;
Lightly stopping on a bloom,
Drinks deeply from a flower,
Then flits across to another,
Drinks again, then flits back
To the one before,
And does the same;
We breakfast, the two of us,
The butterfly and i;
Me sipping and watching,
The butterfly while feeding,
Applauding the ixora's nectar;
An ordinary scene,
A Monday scene,
From the theatre of sustenance.

[first published at Poemhunter dot com 2009]
TEA AND IXORAS© gillena cox

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



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