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[sunset wallpaper from yahoo dot com]

GOLDEN TRANSITIONS
When golden clouds call, come
And you stand transfixed to some;

Glorious, inexplicable, ordinary
Eventide drama of a sky, so very

Coquettish in exiting, it leaves
A taste of yearning, and cleaves

To palate of somber silhouettes,
Waiting to embrace sleep pirouettes,

Maybe long after it has vanished,
A blend of wine to lips, a tryst

Instead, seductive souls do savour,
Insomniac sheep, naught to favour.
GOLDEN TRANSITIONS © gillena cox 2016


I'm blog hopping today at

The Tuesday Platform

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[My video choice of today - Мишель Легран Саксофон ~ Осенняя грусть]

Monday WRites 77

[image from google dot com]

HOLD PLEASE
Hold please!
Can, it take one more?
So the doors half-closing
Open one more,
Once squeezed inside,
I reflect on the faces
I noticed
From the outside;
Blank
Expressions
Fill the elevator,
Lucky some heart was
Warm enough to press
The hold button;
Phew!
It would have been
Waiting
Like eternity
For another lift
HOLD PLEASE © 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 #77, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

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Linking to
Flash 55 Plus

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[Flaming Poinciana, Flame tree,
Gulmohar, from google dot com]

PLAYING COLOURS AT POKER
I'll see you one red maple leaf
And raise you two thunder claps
Those angry wind songs are playing
Over The Atlantic

I'll see you one cold snap morning
And raise you two petals from
Flaming poinciana at Memorial Park
Where an angel respects our war memory

I'll see you one really long night
And raise you two parang tunes
Played on FM Sweet 100 days of Christmas
For anxious hearts already sway
To manger stories

I'll see you one crayon to colour autumn
And raise you two marac playing paranderos
To colour all paths to a season of joy
PLAYING COLOURS AT POKER © gillena cox 2016

Revisit
AUTUMN LEAVES
Where is everyone?
Leaves rest
On the park bench
To pattern...


Note
Here in Trinidad and Tobago, our seasons are 2; The Wet Season, and The dry Season, our clime does not display seasons of winter, summer, spring or fall


Photo-Glossary
[Memorial Park - Port of Spain, Trinidad]


[Trinidad lady paranderos playing marac and singing parang songs]


[Trinidad FM Sweet 100 radio station logo]



Written for and blog hopping today at
Prompt Nights –
Crunching, Crinkling Autumn swirling in the Breeze – [30]


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[my video choice for today is

time-out

won't take a minute
sharpening my pencil
how vast is our sky

pencil shavings curl
into ribbons of craft
delicate as a butterfly's wing

craft a paper boat
on a rainy day
turn it upside down for a hat

day broods a blank notepad
urging it to speak
its name or sing its song
© gillena cox 2016

in the meantime; enjoy!!!

Paper Windmill Jigsaw Puzzle

Monday WRites 76

[image from google dot com]

SWAP
Ennui falls, thump! into my basket
Who will carry this leaden load
Or, swap gloom for roses
Grey of an overcast for whimsy and magic
Prana for sighs
Life for limbo
SWAP © 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 #76, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites ❧✿❧

<br /> <a href="http://myblog-verses.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdj6SWRyNup04Tu-DHdHku-eZ46dPvdR1behyQDeWRkQXoqB8Pr9TDH7LXreco7jHeqxnDlOzlpnWCxnnIcZ6yu9Mtgpe4qv8trNe-9jfOesQgdvblbagwRByQNI0sgZ26mwN4lVUk_NeL/s200/mw.jpeg" alt="verses" /></a><br />

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[image courtesy yahoo dot com]

ANGELS BUSY GOSSIPING
Doused in fallen blossoms
Each sweep of broom
Tugs at heart cords,
No sound emits -
Not even sob of tears
Peeled from eyeballs
For this day of dried resolve
Some leaves are curled
In rigor, stayed to returning
Earth, hungry for humus
Compost heap earns -
Another timespan of reasoning
Growth becomes fertilizing
Denouement of new blossoms
Labeled to providence and cycles
ANGELS BUSY GOSSIPING © gillena cox 2016

“Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrows, which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Revisit
rusted sails threaten
they call him a crazy guy
behind his back...
FOLLOWING THE LEADER

He’s the madman, slicing off an ear,
Spoiling his metaphor,
Charts a sentence through the valley...
PROCESS SURREAL

Mouth-watering promise, thin, wafer like
Fleeting, yet satisfying, cloud like
Seemingly angelic words, emit light
Or light emitting words...
TASTE AND SEE


Blog hopping today at
Prompt Nights When shades of loss weave with pattern of madness [29]


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[my video choice of today - 'Continuando' by Jehro]

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[image from yahoo dot com]

FOLLOWING THE LEADER
Sancho this Sancho that
Who fights with windmills
Who does that

squark squark
a knight in shinning armour
scattering chickens

is he serious
is this any life for a grown man
thrusting spears

rusted sails threaten
they call him a crazy guy
behind his back

pah! on my trusty ass i
Sancho Panza follow him
FOLLOWING THE LEADER © gillena cox 2016


Sancho Panza quotes
[Sancho: Dying is such a waste of good health.

Sancho: They say one madman makes a hundred and love makes a thousand.
Aldonza: What does that mean?
Sancho: I'm not sure. ]


blog hopping today at
Sidekicks in the Spotlight

Rommy is prompting

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[my video choice of today]