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BEHIND THE MASK
A smile to mask the pain of betrayal
When all else fails that smile supports
The shaky foundation of swirling waters
Eddying far beyond the heel of shore

When all else fails that smile supports
The rib cage that trust warrants depart
All that's holding soul to shell to soul
Is that determined refusal of drowning

The shaky foundation of swirling waters
With jaws agape enough to rips to shreds
Hope of belonging in faith of journeying
Hidden in the hurt that smothers living

Eddying far beyond the heel of shore
Horizons dim in misty rainbows sunken
Losing hues in watery spasms cajoling
A smile to mask the pain of betrayal
BEHIND THE MASK © gillena cox 2016


Blog hopping today at

Prompt Nights
On Popular Demand – Life is a masquerade. You never know who might be hiding behind a mask or facade – [10]

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Monday WRites 83

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BRIGHT MOON
Moon bright, surfing waves in stellar night, have you care for human plight? Moon bright. Were the cares of man so slight, were the length of days so smooth, in your shaping, bright moon, would you save a dime to sigh, breathe a breath of birthing life, shine beneath a heaven far. Moon close in the far side of night, shadows dare rescind thy smile, for wherein is thy solid task of wanting to whisper to humanity's foibles, wise words for all can fathom. in deepest heart re-vowed. Stay your course to stars that may then, under umbrella of heaven's dome, wish to grant the dreamer's yearning, for days buttered better, to break fast, in supple morsels, faith thy seed in ample actions. Decide chance to wayfarers roof, to lunacy dearth of expressive sight, and pleasure, in the highest height, to appeasement of souls, diaphanous webs, skillfully threaded, days and yore, diamonds and garlands. Be thee bounty, near side of easy waning. Gather in thy shifting temperament, weights to anchor sea beds jeweled, worth the measure of human goodness, fashioned from a god unyielding, only wanting the gain of reclaiming, a pasture perfect as before.
hence super moon shines -
tree silhouettes reduce the depth
of ominous oath
BRIGHT MOON © gillena cox 2016

Revisit
Supermoon



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 #83, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

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Will link also to

The Tuesday Platform

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Its way past dawn, my feathered friends pay a visit to my thorny bougainvillea, they twitter out such a raucous spell of happiness.
The bougainvillea bracts are a hot bright pink. In mid mornings sun, that must be quite exciting for singing birds. But what do they know of economics, of politics, of poverty, of religion, of hate or indifference. Then again, maybe they know it all, They have the wisdom of providence, and the duty to proclamation. So they twitter and they sing. And i, i listen from my quiet space, for this raucous passing is to me a needle to contemplation.
shaping futures -
maybe bright colours of flowers
sweeten bird songs
© gillena cox 2016

Blog hopping today at

Sunday Mini-Challenge: Still Points

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MAKING MYTHS [2] TREMOR
Gaia sings her lullaby, for every crevasse, in every star. There's a lull, by which her progeny earth, will rest, will dream, will seep into the tunnel of darkness, emerging out, at the the sparked end, having traversed through the caves and caverns beneath, like a veiled bride, unknowing, until, the sunlight, kisses her cheek; one, then the other, and blushing, with passion awakened, the warmth of sun, like a splendid God, challenges her being to, the sensation of rhythm, so she sways and swoons, swaggers, and moves her hips to a new found prize called the dance. First her hips, then her feet, jewelled and coloured. Slowly, her pets tom-toms, too, are awaken, in a perilous spate of surprise to the view of their mistress's concert entranced, sounding a pace to her hips, those hips, mesmerizing, the bridegroom, Sun. Their passion rising, her feet, moves faster, shifting layers, shifting levels, till all that's left are the shambles, the sirens, the sobs. Muffled sounds; for now Mayhem and Despair too, are awakening. Chaos yawns. it's still to early.
dead men's bones -
the rattling of windows
in earth tremors
MAKING MYTHS [2] TREMOR © gillena cox 2016

Revisit
Making Myths[1]

Blog hopping today at

Fireblossom Friday: I Feel The Earth Move

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FROM HERE TO WHERE
I find myself here, fragile full
........................(echo) lull
Me to sleep, within a song of slumber
........................(echo) ember
Flecks of gold, adorn the winding ways
........................(echo) says
The smiling doll faces and cuddly bears
........................(echo) wears
Are but pastime distractions, much
........................(echo) such
Is the manner of adult frivolities
........................(echo) idolatries
If infants could speak, for everyone's care
........................(echo) dear
Dear, where from and to where goes
........................(echo) crows
A rooster, tis only the beginning
.................(echo) beginning
FROM HERE TO WHERE © gillena cox 2016


Blog hopping today at

Midweek Motif ~ Path; Sumana's prompt

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DAWN'S OBSESSION
Twittered be to morning light
Feathered sirens out of sight

Sometimes to wait in bated breath
Passed now time of dreaming slept

Until they sign each new treaty
Rest assured beguiled to be

Of night's enchanted passing
This affair, passion to proclivity

Feathered sirens out of sight
Twittered be to morning light
DAWN'S OBSESSION © gillena cox 2016


Written for Sanaa's Prompt Nights


Obsession continually fills or troubles the mind – [34]


Linking Also to The Tuesday Platform

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[my video choice today: Vem Vet - Who Knows]


For lyrics with English translation of Vem Vet Click Here

Monday WRites 82

...Meanwhile back at school. Petunia, Zinnia, and the three others, sat in the classroom together. Miss Marigold asked for a show of hands, from the group interested in the story of Hansel And Gretel. One little girl from Zinnia’s group...
Under The Chinaberry Tree © gillena cox 2016

[excerpt from my new children's book 'Under The Chinaberry Tree' published through Authorhouse
ISBN: 978-1-5246-6220-2(sc)
ISBN: 978-1-5246-6219-6(e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2016917833




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 #82, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

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