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[image courtesy imaginary garden with real toads]


HIS PALETTE
I have seen clouds like these
Pink, in the late dawn sky.
Creeping through the trees
Still dressed in silhouettes.

Al the while the twitter-ers
The chirpers and the whistlers
Are sounding choruses of light
Singing of olden dreams
Singing of future hope

I have seen clouds like these
Pink, in the late dawn sky.
I often wonder, where does God
Hide his palette? is it
At the end of his rainbows
HIS PALETTE© gillena cox 2017

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Artistic Interpretations with Margaret - Small Town Inspiration...
Margaret gave us a few paintings to write a new poem about
I chose -Paul Whitener (1911-1959) Unfinished Landscape, @1950, Oil

394

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A WILDFLOWER BLOSSOMS
It’s all there the heartbreaking issues
Of how a father loses mind and heart
And kills a child

There too the scandals in features
One man takes another to wed
To bed

For shame the terrorist who shuns freedom
To riddle his bullets in serious
Disasters


The media, mass today generates
So much heartbreak for us
To bear


Least a wildflower blossoms sweetly so
There's non but the poet
Such news to scatter
© gillena cox 2017



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Poets United Midweek Motif
News Media
Its Susan's prompt today
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Revisit
3 May 2015

Monday WRites 106

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GOOD MORNING MAY
May greets me with mild morning light
And bird hymn twitter-ings

May greets me in the solace of
Curtains drawn letting in the life of day

May greets me in proclamations of trust
Of what really do birds sing?

May greets me to contemplation
And why? with stealth of light day slips in

May greets me to yearning for
Sahara dust clouds to drink from oceans

May greets me with the task of remembering
What is it like again? the sound of raindrops.
GOOD MORNING MAY © gillena cox 2017

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1 May 2016




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392

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EINSTEIN WANDERS INTO WORD LAND
This poem is science
Awaiting proof of being
Having no idea what similes be
Until the smiles of readers
Beaming light of nodding heads
Warrants readability

This poem is light
Particles bouncing off syllables
Shape-shifting into phonetics
Pronouncing itself words

This poem is alien
To thoughts of readers
Who ponder meanings
Fill spaces with wonder
And ascribe nuances of experiences

This poem is experiment
Beam me up metaphorical escapades
EINSTEIN WANDERS INTO WORD LAND © gillena cox 2017

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Physics with Björn: Particle-wave dualism and the photoelectric effect
CHALLENGE: Björn has asked us to write using the shape shifting nature of nature on microscopic level for a poem.

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Revisit
30 April 2015

391

[image from Pinterest]

BOOGEY
Classic boogey man
He's a - shaking
While you a - quaking

He's scary, he's formless
He waits for the night
To give you a big fright

He's the boogey man

There are shadows on the wall
He hides there after dark
He never goes to the park

Ever at home over your bed
That's where he likes to be
But him, you'll never see

Cause he's the boogey man

If your roof creaks
He'll sing along
He knows every song

When the shutters drop
At the loud clock tick tock
He's there to give a shock

Classic classic boogey man.
He's a formless belly full of sound
Ready to grind you to the ground
BOOGEY © gillena cox 2017

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Boogeyman
Rommy would like us to contemplate - the idea of the childhood boogeyman

390

[a Pinterest image]

A GRAIN OF SAND
Such are stars, to numbers cling,
But grains of sand to futility;

Fireworks explode in colours bring,
Feet, imprint on beach tranquility;

Cupped ocean, in a seashell will sing,
Meandering sands, skirt tides agility;

Oh thou creation, by word thus to spring,
Sand, lend dreams and castles possibility.
A GRAIN OF SAND © gillena cox 2017

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Midweek Motif
A grain of Sand, prompted by Sumana

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Revisit
28 April 2015

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Folks, I must be some kind of Sand Nut; here's more sand - read more
desert sand
Time Written In Sand
wet hot sand
barefooted sand
hot sand
sand between our toes
voices cry, in sand
along the sand
wet sand
fallow sand


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But there's no sand in the music, still, Enjoy!!!

Monday WRites 105

[photos in this Mosiac: 1.Variegated leaves of Peacock Ginger Plant in my garden// 2.Peacocks and hens 3.Peacock at Wildfowl Trust, Point a Pierre Trinidad]

PEACOCK
Pretty pretty bird
Of you so much i had heard

Now we stare and stare
Still you only hold dear

To your garland display
For us no wings in array

You folded them tight
Held there with all your might

Pretty pretty bird
To call you vain is absurd
PEACOCK © gillena cox 2017

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Artistic Interpretations - Beauty
Prompted By Margaret

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Mosaic Monday # 37


Revisit
24 April 2016
24 April 2015
Crunch Colour and Lace


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