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GAME ON
Spinning in a whirl of possibilities
To land in the web of sway
The fates have given so much power
To a nickel or a dime
A coin tossed to a question of risk
Gravity’s answer - heads or tails
GAME ON © gillena cox 2017


Midweek Challenge-- Thinking of the Little Things
Karin Gustafson prompting

455

[a Pinterest image]

THUS I RISE
How will history remember me?
Will history remember me at all?

As fliting blue tanager, blue jean?
Skittish dove pink footed on a wall?

Anguish of being flown from the nest?
Held in the arms of a loving guiding God?

Where a book-full of faith
Offered teaspoons of solace?

When one rosebud, tight, unopened,
Held the blooming of family - of love?

Now knowing love, must disappointment
Smile her taunts of desertion?

And smiles repay taunts for sake of faith
And again, again, those teaspoons of solace?

But looking forward to history's appeal,
I rise, to offer, a no-regrets-plea.

Just the savour of teaspoons of solace,
From a book-full of faith.
THUS I RISE © gillena cox 2017

Note

The blue grey Tanager in T&T is also called Blue Jean



Blog hopping today

Poets United
Midweek Motif ~ Rising Above
Sumana is the prompter today

Revisit
27 September 2016

454

image courtesy dVerse


SPICY SORTS
Sometimes, tears are just that, salty reminders.
Like onion rings on chopping boards;
Concentric multi-layered.
Then there are sneezes, when black pepper,
Sprinkles into loneliness, and no one's about
To say gesundheit.
Longing recalls warmly, nutmeg, grated
Into sticky dough, for coconut sweet bread
SPICY SORTS © gillena cox 2017

Blog hopping today with

Quadrille #41

AND


The Tuesday Platform
Its open mic on Tuesdays


Revisit
26 September 2016

Monday WRites 124

RAINDROPS ON LEAVES
Howling winds what are they saying
so important
in the face of
morning sunshine

Yon pigeons in the eaves are shushed
not a coo coo
not a shuffle
only silence

Pellets from rain clouds the leaves hold
an offering
from the heavens
just like manna
RAINDROPS ON LEAVES © gillena cox 2017

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Revisit
25 September 2015


ALSO: Blog hopping with

Normandy Life

#54

AND


Macro Monday - tree trunk

451

[the Emperor's new clothes, image from google dot com]

CLOTHES SOO FINE
They said to him "you look just fine"
He who sort pleasure of boudoir wine
Oh what a mess
For this poor tess
To walk the streets sans clothes a stein

To walk the streets sans clothes a stein
Laughter they pinned to mockery shrine
Pompous to unctous zeal
Emperor clad thus surreal
They said to him "you look just fine"
CLOTHES SOO FINE © gillena cox 2017


Blog hopping with imaginary garden

Fireblossom Friday : "The Distorted Lens"

revisit
23 September 2015

450

image source HERE


PEACE SEPTEMBER PEACE!
so peace the night, you winds of woe,
and gently hush you leaves and branches,
no more rustle of the tears in flight,
no more wade the floodgates to dismay,

so hush your howls September sprites,
and dry those tears clouds, lament no more

let peace then hammer nails of repair,
roots to trees be anchors once more,
peace! sweet peace, banish thee nightmare,
let warmth of sun to human hearts endure.
PEACE SEPTEMBER PEACE! © gillena cox 2017

blog hopping today with

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Peace

Revisit
21 September 2016
21 September 2015

Monday WRites 123

[cool planets 3d graphics mobile wallpaper from google dot com]


E[VER] LIFE?
[plug in part] of the charger gets twisted and breaks off
enough juice left [about 22 %] to start pulling hairs off scalp

then, shameless question to self, via smart brain
was there L[ife] before the cell phone?

all hours of insominia nights tap tapping to the light of
'Farmville Tropic Escape' or 'Fairway Solitaire'

moon fades to missing overused burn of fingers
daylight to come, Cellular Planet to go, fast landing

to the mall, ah the mall! for new charger new juice
was there E[ver] life before the cell phone gaming?
E[VER] LIFE? © gillena cox 2017

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Revisit
18 September 2016


Enjoy the music


Blog hopping with imaginary garden

mini challenge - juice
Responding to Brendan's challenge, write a poem about power in your life and the world. Write about family or creativity or instinct, plugging in or playing unhooked, heavenly or earthly powers, the power of life or death, human powers versus nature's, etc...Extra points for keeping your poem mini (-ish, -esque, -mal, -finny, etc.)