Tuesday, March 13, 2018

514



THE SUN SALUTES WOMEN

Rib of creation's quest
Dawn of sky's new morning

Where art those heralds
With music to keep your stepping

Surely the noon sun lined
In shadow's path cannot hide

For splendid being your respite
Allows to continue on in breaths

Cooling the desires of hungry
Epitaphs read to stone psalms

You anchor the anguish of moon
In mood shapes of passing light

And your goodness sparks the destiny
Of planets sun and orbits widening

Then Discourse, wafting windy in leafy
Boughs of mists saluted the sunrise.
THE SUN SALUTES WOMEN © gillena cox 2018
[First posted at FACEBOOK - Sieze the poem]


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Monday, March 12, 2018

Monday WRites 145

[ i used 3 images from the internet to form today's mosaic]

GREEN PASTURES
Green arcs of mountains picture a landscape
Where festivals colour minds of jagged peaks
When the baby in the manger grew up,
There on a cross at Calvary bled he and died;
And the bells of baptist shouters ring out
Melodies of prophecy
A shamrock toting saint preaches of God
In personality three, yet one
And all that is green flourish in seasons
Sometimes hidden sometimes seen
GREEN PASTURES © gillena cox 2018


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St Patrick Day is features this week; Saturday, 17 March

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Thursday, March 8, 2018

512

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CURTAIN CHORDS
A flirtatious wind
Gossamer as feelings
Fleeting to a heart's station
Lifts the curtain

Gentle movement so delicate
Cause today
Her name is Zephyr

Quandary: not just today
Behind your sway is longing
Searching hours in reminiscing
Sweet those days of rosebud sunsets
CURTAIN CHORDS © gillena cox 2018


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Tuesday, March 6, 2018

511

[image from Bing dot com]



when ominous intruder, trespassed mango tree;
said mango tree from which every neighbour's belly
was sweetened in healthy sharing;

dictionary words, tumbled out in stormy gusts.

think twice before you trespass again,
for folly a fool is thus thrashed.
TRESPASSER - a cherita © gillena cox 2018


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Monday, March 5, 2018

Monday WRites #144

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A lot of hype about this movie, the super hero Black Panther seems to be taking over like a storm, the mind and pockets of movie goers and comic book reading enthusiasts like myself. I remember the good old ones from my youth: Flash Gordon, Hulk, Batman and so many others, which kept me wrapped in fantasy for hours on end; and too, the comic book swaps. Those are good times to remember. Whenever a super hero makes it to the big screen, my nostalgia waxes: Spiderman, Batman, Catwoman, the list goes on and on these days. We all love to see the baddies get whooped.

treading carefully
dark hall of movie magic -
i find my seat
© gillena cox 2018


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Its Woman's day again this week. International Women's Day 2018; Thursday, 8 March

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Wednesday, February 21, 2018

509

[image from google dot come]

SUSURRATION

The rainbow was humming a soft susurration
When i looked to the ixora
There was no bee

The rainbow was humming a soft susurration
When i looked to the sky
Morning was still in the making

The rainbow was humming a soft susurration
Grey clouds were folding themselves
Letting curtains of azure show

The rainbow was humming a soft susurration
when i looked to her band of colour
She smiled vanishing slowly
SUSURRATION © gillena cox 2018

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Tuesday, February 20, 2018

508

[image from google dot com]



DANDELION
In a chiaroscuro of shapes your hand,
Pledging a bouquet so winsome and,
Bursting with this gift desire of miles,
Of weightless flights to carve smiles,
On the moon or hearts aflame with,

The wonder of magical dreams;
Formless shadows part the streams,
Of night bringing to day time,
Sweet senses with changes in clime,
Passing through asteroids in orbit;

Morning sun delights her kisses,
Where baskets carried by their misses,
Pluck the fragrance of radiant blooms;
An array of colours, array of plumes,
And there among them waning dandelions.
DANDELION © gillena cox 2014 [first posted at Poemhunter dot com]



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