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one feather a 2009 haiga

SOUNDING TIME
Every sound, universal in language;
Harmony of heartbeats, weathered
In time's eternal reality, wrought
Of hammer and anvil, carved
Rock, crafted stone;

Every sound, universal, a language;
Answers to river, flowing around
Hope, in path of time journeying,
Where destiny takes to flight,
Twittering birds

Every sound, universal in language;
Sketching hues, golden in sunsets;
Silver clouds, for morning dawns
Magnificent, in feathered callings;
Melody, for colour.
SOUNDING TIME © gillena cox 2016

Written for Sumana's
mid week motif ~ birds

Monday WRites 57

[image from google dot com]

NEW
What's new? we often ask, when filling gaps;
Expecting in turn, differences, between
Sunsets and sunrises, of yesterday's lapse;
Indeed, life shifts in particles, minute dust,
Ever in motion, thoughts unwind, filling gaps
Words speak, layering over creation's plans;
Nothing is new? only freshly served? perhaps!
Daily bread, consuming hunger, rewarding then
Task of nature, in bountiful kneading, overlaps
Giants are slumping, babies are crying, tis so
Will it ever stop? courage, when filling gaps.
NEW © gillena cox 2016



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HALLOWED IS HER NAME
And the maiden shall conceive and bear a son; Is 7:14

Angel of God descends from on high
Proclaiming a destiny, already realised
Her Yes prophesied, maiden meek and mild
She to carry the Jesus child

And a sword shall pierce your soul; Lu 2:35

Sorrow her anguish, potion of her cup
Yes! in pure kneading, bane of her bread
Foot of his cross, her heart there bleeding
Mother of nations to Heaven uplifting

O death, where is thy sting? 1 Cor 15: 55-57

To Death Land he descended anointed Christ
Son of Mary, destined to rise
A gaping hole his tomb a sign
Resurrection day cannot be denied
HALLOWED IS HER NAME © gillena cox 2016


written for Brendan MacOdrum's prompt

Sunday Mini-Challenge: Harrows and Hallows
Challenge: write about something that is both harrowing and hallowed.

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FRAGRANT CONVERSATIONS
This poem is a flower -
Flirtatious as the skirts of dancers,
Furling in the Bele rituals;
Hedged near my front gate,
Crepe Jasmines, milk white;

This poem is a bud opened -
Perky yellow dabs, as sharp
As pin pricks, dotting her centers,
To sunlight, and nightfall
When she sounds the loudest,
Fragrant conversations with breezes;

This poem is a miracle -
Who designs the awe of blossoming,
Knowing when smiles should delight
Faces, with wonder and gratefulness,
Sadness with light and thankfulness;

This poem is a flower
This poem is a bud opened
This poem is a miracle.
FRAGRANT CONVERSATIONS © gillena cox 2016

[bele dancer from google dot com]

Written for
Prompt Nights – Nothing is more memorable than Scent – [14]

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[ a 2009 photo of The Waterfront, Port of Spain Trinidad; grey scaled and text added]

SECRETS ALIVE IN THE NIGHT
Shrouded thus, in dark secrets of night,
Shy moons hide, in obscure clouds;
Shadows ply their sinister plight,
For all is mystery ever unknown,
Silhouettes ride yon secrets of night,
Hurried messenger, mounts trusty steed
Loathsome arena, jumbies might;
Falling stars, no wish to deny,
Whispered yearnings to skyward sight;
Such is the ether in hidden carousal,
Never never, revealing secrets of night.
SECRETS ALIVE IN THE NIGHT © gillena cox 2016


Written for Susan's
mid week motif ~ secrets

Monday WRites 56

[image from google dot com]

MAY SIGNALING
The rains came with cooling breath,
Let nameless wildflowers colour life,
With gentle urging, place a wreath,
A maiden's head to garland then;
Leaf buds sprout, under cooling breath
Spreading smiles to silver tinged skies
Pliable clay, is earth here beneath
Craft your daydreams to rainbow worth
Place thee ponderings in fitted sheath
May is here; with ribbons a twining
In showy patterns around cooling breath
MAY SIGNALING © gillena cox 2016



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[ a google dot com image]

DANCE FOR MAY
Why did we dance, twirling and twining;
Ribbons so colourful, and some in our hair;
It was the month of May
And our teachers did say
Dance children dance
For the lovely month of May

Poles upright, reaching for the sky;
And us, wee ones going round and round;
It was the month of May
And our teachers did say
Dance children dance
For the lovely month of May

This patterning, of futures perhaps;
Lessons, constructing dreams, forging harmony;
It was the month of May
And our teachers did say
Dance children dance
For the lovely month of May.
DANCE FOR MAY © gillena cox 2016


written for Magaly's prompt

Poetizing the Maypole
Challenge: ...to write a new poem inspired by the Maypole.