Monday, May 8, 2017

Monday WRites 107


HASH TAG
When I was a child:
Tomorrow was always stored
In a box labelled 'Certain'
Sky was in the 'Blue Box '
Clouds fitted nicely into 'White And Fluffy'

Years later, someone did some sort of re-filing:
Labelled 'Perhaps', that's where you find futures,
Paper-clipped to tomorrows.
The Blue Box still exists, but now,
There are sticky notes to sky.
One of which is phenomena
Hash tag #events
To find Clouds, one must shuffle through:
God, Cirrus, Cumulus, Ominous,
Tempests, Dreamy and Dragon.

Even if you are using your computer;
The present day process,
Is still that complicated #gruelling.
HASH TAG © gillena cox 2017


verses

Copy this code, pin my button to your blog

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




❧✿❧
Revisit
8 May 2016
8 May 2015

❧✿❧
Enjoy The Music

Saturday, May 6, 2017

396

[image from google dot com]

AMORE/ The clouds are numbered again today, Geez!...#cloud  by #Charlotte Brontë via @verses

Replying to @Charlotte Brontë
Dear friend, truly heaven knows the pangs of your love, for him who kissed thy eyelids fast to slumber; him who sleeps now assured within marble and stone... #kisses by #Mary Shelley via @verses

Replying to @Charlotte Brontë @Mary Shelley @verses
Surely Charlotte, surely Mary, never trite are arduous amore for passion presses against every era, passed marrow and bone... #amore by #Gillena Cox via @verses
AMORE © gillena cox 2017

Blog hopping today with
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Play It Again Toads!
I chose to revisit Twitter Me a Gothic Poem with reflection on the poets Charlotte Brontë On the Death of Anne Brontë AND Mary Shelley Stanzas

Enjoy The Music

Thursday, May 4, 2017

395

[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

Blog hopping with
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
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

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

394

[image from google dot com]

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



Blog hopping today with


Poets United Midweek Motif
News Media
Its Susan's prompt today
❧✿❧


❧✿❧

Revisit
3 May 2015

Monday, May 1, 2017

Monday WRites 106

[image from google dot com]

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

verses

Copy this code, pin my button to your blog

Happy May to all ❧✿❧ 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 #106, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
❧✿❧





Revisit
1 May 2016




Enjoy the music

Sunday, April 30, 2017

392

[image from google dot com]
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

Blog hopping today with
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
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.

Enjoy The Music


Revisit
30 April 2015

Saturday, April 29, 2017

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

Blog hopping today with
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Boogeyman
Rommy would like us to contemplate - the idea of the childhood boogeyman