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ETCHED
i remember hearing her song
liking it because Tina sang it
i remember humming her song
i think Tina's reeks of diva

songs come a million a meter
like the tide
memory remains

to reign in our responses
footprints on a sandy beach
etching our hearts
ETCHED © gillena cox 2016




Written for Marian's prompt
Bittersweet Melodies

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CHARM
a charm of humming birds,
jeweled in sunlight,
their wings beat of understandings,
to curtail all sobbing crowds;

brooch this veil to his chest,
he who ignites sorrow in the light of day
come, lament your woes in divine halls
cloistered in stained glass windows

a shadow of its backward dance
these humming birds unique in their
flights of nourishing awe
here lamb are fed on daily bread
CHARM © gillena cox 2016
[with thoughts and prayers for those suffering from terrorist attacks in Brussels today]

Written for De's prompt at
Poetics : Poetry is for the Birds

Challenge :to draw our poetic inspiration from the whimsical, musical, magical names given to groups of birds.

Linking also to
The Tuesday Platform

Monday WRites #53

A Happy Holy Week to all
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REDEEMING GRACE
Joyful joyful sang the angels
To chords of night called so holy
Strains of shepherds piped chorals
Could not contest them worthy

Thence the cries of hosannas
As the ass his burden bore
Then that place of sorrowful coronas
In shrouded garments to endure

Hear that sound of cracking sky
When his head bowed of nails abusive
To feet and palms oh hear his cry
With gentle heart he did forgive
REDEEMING GRACE © 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 #53, ❧✿❧ Todays write is linked to The Imaginary garden with real toads❧✿❧ Whats your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites




GRAB MY BUTTON
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Written for Outlawyer's prompt
Under an Influence; Anxiety Lost In Translation; Blocking Writer's Block- Weekend Mini!

THE CHALLENGE: Take a poem written by someone else. It doesn't have to be a favorite poem, but one that interests you. It can be a poem written in English, or another language, if you prefer (but that's up to you.) Read the poem a few times over, ingest it. Then sit down and write your own poem.
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inspiration for my poem is from John Milton's The Passion
Erewhile of musick, and ethereal mirth,
Wherewith the stage of air and earth did ring,
And joyous news of heavenly Infant's birth,
My Muse with Angels did divide to sing;
But headlong joy is ever on the wing,
In wintry solstice like the shorten'd light,
Soon swallow'd up in dark and long out-living night.

For now to sorrow must I tune my song,
And set my harp to notes of saddest woe,
Which on our dearest Lord did seize ere long...[click the link to read his whole poem]

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TIMELY MUSIC
these are morsels tasty, fed from your finger tips holy
mother - harmony of sky and earth; a crescendo of praise
rising, on notes of elation, the echo of sound melodious

these are aromas sweet, delicate as a lullaby hushing
to sleep, baby eyes in buntings warmed with the kisses
of humming quavers, in skies darkening for shadowy moons

these are the silvery linings rimming dawn's trimmings
as yet another tomorrow sneak peeps a day ahead to yesterday
singing all the songs; of lament, of cheers, and of hosannas
TIMELY MUSIC © gillena cox 2016

written for
PROMPT NIGHTS On Popular Demand – Such passion music can raise and quell [3]

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ST PATRICK'S DAY SUNSET
On rainbows slide playfully,
Syllables at the speed of lightning
Dripping wet like fresh ink
Into a poem so green,
The leaves of clover squint,
For the sparkle of fantasy;
Where treasured gold composed,
Stare as leprechauns, hurrying, empty
The evening sky into night blankets
For verses and stanzas need never sleep.
ST PATRICK'S DAY SUNSET © gillena cox 2016


An Irish Blessing
Wishing you a rainbow
For sunlight after showers—
Miles and miles of Irish smiles
For golden happy hours—
Shamrocks at your doorway
For luck and laughter too,
And a host of friends that never ends
Each day your whole life through!
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Written for Isadora's prompt at
Out of Standard - From the blender to the page

THE CHALLENGE: World-blending... the practice of combining elements from contrasting places, times, cultures, or beliefs into a piece of art or literature. World blending can result in the creation of an entirely new genre or movement.
We are asked you to write a poem that incorporates elements from different worlds.

Monday WRites 52

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MORNING SONG
Where one bird who sang so sweet
Hopped to wall a-tweet tweet tweet
Felled fresh dew
As daylight drew
Silvery of clouds in night's retreat
MORNING SONG © 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 #52, ❧✿❧ Whats your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites




GRAB MY BUTTON
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PARAMOUR
Gentle breezes, touching cheeks; fingers of sun rays, putting to shame every master painter, stroking in warm colour, on faces, lifted, like praise worthy palms; a sensuous wind drafts by, lifting skirts in magical sweeps, of windy-gesturing-Eros.

sunlit daybed strewn -
lo! bougainvillea shrouded
in veined scarlet bracts,

PARAMOUR © gillena cox 2016


Written for Brendan MacOdrum's prompt at
Sunday Mini-Challenge: The Paramour


Brendan says "The first written poetry of our Western tradition began in Greece between the seventh and sixth centuries BC. Standing at the border of the preliterate, poets like Archilochos and Anakreon found an alphabet in which to ferry verbal expression into the symbolic language of the mind. The act transformed culture and history and who we are. (The literate is now disappearing behind visual culture, borne by wordless ferry-workers.)

Where were the first literate poets going when they wrote their song down? It wasn’t to philosophy or myth; instead, they dazzled to the arrow-thwocks of erotic love. Sappho, another of the first poets of the literate age, wrote:

Eros, once again limb-loosener whirls me
sweetbitter, impossible to fight off, stealing up...

For this challenge, lets go back to the edge of that forest and name the paramours who led us to write. Let’s celebrate the badness of that defining encounter which has inspired our best work. Celebrate them individually or serially, angelically or down and dirty—swamp-prime"