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SHORT VISIT
Protest peeks through the keyhole
For a view of larger 'why didn't they answer'
Why did't they let me in
See now, no one is about
Wait! is that laughter shelved on the mantelpiece?
I searched and searched a long time for this
See now, there it is
Yet, no one is about
Laughter will warm their hearts, when they return
My footsteps retrace to another pace
Where solitude taps its name on the keyboard
And words toss back and forth like ebb tide
When the song of the ocean soothes the soul.
SHORT VISIT © gillena cox 2016


Blog hopping today at
Prompt Nights – A Cup of Nostalgia [4]


AND

Bits of Inspiration ~ Keyhole

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Courage and continue are C words
Not meant just for the service of the smile
When the caterpillars are finished eating
Then the chrysalis hangs from the branch
The door to flight are wings of courtesy
Whispering wishes which court the light
Then comes the emerging a curtsy to life
Dynamic and oft times cruel
Onward and further into caverns unexplored
© gillena cox 2016


Written for Sumana's prompt
Courage




#Process Note. In looking for a nice video to compliment or supplement, after posting my poem today, i came across this one and read about the person Henriette DeLille for the first time. Hope you too enjoy this find

Monday WRites 45

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MOON
The moon is a luminous creature
She calls you away from twinkling stars
She is so much like a silent preacher
Telling telling of ways divine
Here, no blizzards blow for this luminous creature
Silent and watchful, today she is round
Slowly she'll etch herself, to a sickle feature
Or morph into shadowy moods as she pleases
Ah, but we know her wiles, we know her nature
We chart manipulations of, her waxing, her waning
We watch closely this luminous creature
MOON © gillena cox 2016

See the Full Moon Names of 2016



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Welcome to Monday WRites #45, ❧✿❧ Today's moon poem is a Fold ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

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ON KARMA
A tiny ixora floret drops to the ground
It is neither Winter Fall nor Spring here
It is what the wind does without a sound
It calls to me after the deed is done
Look there, an ixora on the ground
Stalk to petal, tips painted, same colour
Which act was first? colour, fall, wind-bound
Which one started it? Where will it end?
Ah! there it is fragile, found
Maybe at the tip of some poet's pen
Is there kharma in an ixora lain on the ground
ON KARMA © gillena cox 2016


written for prompt #3 at Prompt Nights
Nothing haunts quite like Karma

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[mountain and cloudscape West Moorings Trinidad 2007]

MOUNTAIN
Face to the mountain, a sunset for sure
Now a contest of lights ensue
In shades of fading grey is night's allure
Clearing a path for bird songs is the mist
In a short span, again, a sunset for sure
But on foggy groggy rain-filled days, she hides
Then returns to seek a smile on faces demure
Who steals a mountain? not even a Grinch
For fear of those voluminous seated cloud secure
In the midst of an evening reverie
Standing again to ponder, a sunset for sure
MOUNTAIN © gillena cox 2016


VISIT TO READ
a mountain haiku


Written for Susan's prompt
Mountain


Listen to Trinidadian Kurt Allen's 'Mountain' Soca

Monday WRites 44

BUBBLES
I watch her fly her bubbles in the backyard

Light and its lightness captured in spaces diaphanous

I drew a picture once, on a postcard

And held a thousand memories in a rosebud sensuous

She, is my grandchild, child of my son

He of my husband, this son of mine, one

So she lets fly her bubbles, this child of my heart

While i hold on to my memories, and we both revel in delight
BUBBLES © gillena cox 2016



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).
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Back Linking to
Sunday Mini-Challenge Flying From Orlando to Picasso

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SILENCE
Where is this place called silence?
Where no bombs blast, and no mother's heart
Laments a son or daughter lost in the wink
Of a moon, hiding behind shadowed clouds?
Ants busy along a wall, caught in side-glimpses
Cause heads to turn
Stars shooting with lustrous tails,
Imprinted in inky black skies, enough
To turn a mermaid's soul green
Out of ear shot, these stars they twinkle,
Yet, Linked to heart and mind;
Is there ever a place called silence?
Shhhh...
SILENCE © gillena cox 2016


Written for Sanaa's Prompt Nights -
Silence