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SWAY
held between posts of rigidity,
grey areas of frieze meet fear
unlike the dancer's stance, swaying to,and fro;
stretched to a frizzled tension
neither a leaf fell nor a flower bloomed
in the dreaded zone of extreme indecision

jumped into the cold emerald of the ocean
a splash of pearled water awakened the soul
SWAY © gillena cox 2016


Written for Kerry's prompt at
Flash 55

Challenged to write a piece of poetry or prose on a subject of your choice in precisely 55 WORDS
For the optional extra part of this challenge, include the word EXTREME/ EXTREMES in your title or the body of your work.

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DAWN AND QUIET
Loud, the voices of men, in the quiet street,
And early morning noises from garbage trucks;
Workers risen so diligently, on their feet,
Clear the way for another day;
That ritual commotion in the quiet street,
Announce the return, from the realm of sleep;
Yet, still not heard, a birdie’s tweet;
Day in, day out, there will be rubbish;
The tropical air, cool, will greet,
Those coming in from the night,
Conscious, to early risers in the quiet street.
DAWN AND QUIET © gillena cox 2016

Written for Kerry's prompt at
Kerry Says ~ Let's Count on Our Fingers & Toes

Challenged to post a poem on the theme of 'Numbers and/or Numerology'
I choose to dwell on the number Eleven.
DAWN AND QUIET is a poem of 11 lines written in the form called The FOLD which i created in an experimental online exercise in 2007.

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A TO Z ROSEBUD
A flower was offered to me
Bud stage, i held in my hand
Chrysalis of love's unfolding

Deepening, colour to my cheek
Every petal i counted when furled
Forever is a long span to envisage

Grown to weather, rainy or sunny
Happy was the grasp around that stem
Inviting passion with shy smiles

Just a tiny gesture this giving
Kept in a vase blossom sweet
Love inspires a poets soul

Many syllables describe a rose
Nought for beauty to compare
Only to sheer delight in its sphere

Pruned from a bush of thorns
Qua mystery in here splendid form
Respite of yearning plucked

Stay o reason to the mind
Tether the strength of clouds
Under setting sun's spell

Visioning golden fleeces around
Waning sun to nighttime hues
X targets the space of conquest

Yonder shines the moon so bright
Zany lovers to accept this night
A TO Z ROSEBUD © gillena cox 2016

Written for Sumana's prompt
A flower was offered to me

CHALLENGE: to begin a new poem with the words " A flower was offered to me"

Monday WRites 50

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BEACH RUN
When we ran, barefooted along the sand
Margined by the incoming lace of end waves,
I knew this was love's doing,
Nurturing our passion
Under a scorching sun, merely warming our hearts
In sync with each other.
Where caterpillars looped Frangipani in bloom
Our fingers entwined, we walked the paved path
To meet the mini buses
To take us back to vacation 'home'
Where aunty had cooked the breadfruit oil down
She was waiting for us
How was Grand Anse she asked?
BEACH RUN © 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).
Welcome to Monday WRites #50, ❧✿❧ Whats your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites




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Linking to
Prompt Nights – Take me to the Ocean [7]


AND

The Tuesday Platform

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WHOM
Whom would you say she was
If she snuck up in front of you
One day
Before Christmas, like milk or cookies
Then again, before New Year confetti

Ah; the sweetest relish
remains on her tongue
Fruity and fresh
Of
An apple plucked, without blemish
Without regret
Ah yes! they both tasted. For they were
Lovers first of all

Is she then Eve
Or is she then Eva

Aha! The absence of blossom
The laden tree
Now harvest time sets in
WHOM © gillena cox 2016

I'm so excited, to be prompting for the first time, in this Sunday's Mini Challenge. Click to read the challenge and all the poem responses, at

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FALLING LILACS
The road curves. There the guys ply their trade, of car wash, while patrons wait on the sidewalk. Sometime, boys play a game of cricket in the road, dodging a passing car or two. On the opposite side, when the time is right, pink blooms from the pomerac tree carpets the sidewalk.

lilacs falling
the wind plays
a rain song
FALLING LILACS © gillena cox 2016


Written for Hannah's prompt
Transforming with Nature's Wonders

Challenged to explore the world of footprints and write a new poem through the eyes of Nature.

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ON THAT CROSS
His arms, stretched wide in forgiveness
He tasted the gall, he tasted the bile
What had he given?
But a taste of the best wine

Fastened by sin, nails pierced his skin,
Blood and water flowed from a gash,
After all the healing love, that
Was drawn, from his touch

All Fridays be good,
For the sacrifice of blood,
Was the only price
Redemption could pay.
ON THAT CROSS © gillena cox 2016


Written for Susan's prompt
Midweek Motif ~ Martyrdom / Witness