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[image from Bing dot com; Fair Use]


OF APPLES EATEN
Back then i was flesh of his flesh, and bone of his bones, so when he handed me that delicious, ripe, juicy apple, I bit into it, sinking my teeth into our despised future; whence i came to love him and hate him, yet was never complete without him.

Anger blazed in the fire of God's wrath, for him and me; we had eaten, and the naked truth was, we should not have; so helpless, were we, we tried to hide the taste of apple, camouflaged in fig leaves.

Who can hide from God? of course he saw us there cringing in our sorry disobedience, and being God, he clothed us in warmth of skins; a miracle we thought.

That was how we came to know the word clothes; of course, later in generations to come, synonyms like: design and fashion came into being.
OF APPLES EATEN © gillena cox 2018


REVISIT
13 April 2015
13 April 2017
Apple 2016


Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day

April 13 – 13 Is Poetry
Prompted by Magaly; Challenge: Today, I wish to read poems full of metaphors used to tell tales as mind-tickling as Sylvia’s bag of ambiguously green fruit. Choose 3 to 13 (nonconsecutive) words out of Setterfield’s quote[given] use them in a poem that is a deliberate celebration of metaphor

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PONDERING MORNING
When i stand, staring at the mountains.
From whence a thousand words fountain
Meanderings, to my muse, only she hears;
Oftentimes, of this i am most certain.

Such colours are of the rainbow blessed;
Trees, birds, flowers, variously dressed,
Representing a romp of creation's idea.
To planet earth, all of which is bequest.

A sip of coffee in morning reverie,
Of rain, sunshine, warmth, and every
Utterance of birdsong beneath clouds.
Chance laughter to fill day's glory.

Those days, memories play in mind's garden,
Smiles wonder at youth's ego, oh pardon;
The wild spurts of youthful brashness
These figures add up to favourful laden
PONDERING MORNING © gillena cox 2018

REVISIT
Mountain 2015
Morning 2016
Coffee 2017


Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day

April 12 - Costa Rica Photos
Prompted by Margaret; Challenge: photos fron Costa Rica to inspire us write a new or reworked poem. Mine is a new poem .

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Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Vision
prompted by Sumana Roy

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[image from google dot com]


LONG AGO ROOMS
we closed the jalousies when it rained
the bare backed boys ran in the street
little girl's hearts to indoors chained
from long ago rooms sighed for such feats
LONG AGO ROOMS © gillena cox 2018


Revisit
'room' 2017
'room' 2015
11 April 2015


Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day

Micro Poetry ~ Long-Ago Rooms
Prompted by Kerry; Challenge to write a poem of between one and twelve lines, in a form of your choice. Our point of departure is the phrase "long-ago rooms" from the poem When You Come by Maya Angelou.

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[original pic from Pinterest, I added a Picsart magic filter. Fair use]


MAYBE
Maybe she has children to feed.
she walks solo,
unlike those doves,
on the pavement.

Maybe sign of a bad hair day;
cotton head tie,
hesitant smile,
shy good morning.

Maybe she forgot her money;
or she lost it,
or she had none,
so she walks out.

Maybe they had none on the shelves.
Supermarkets,
even well stocked,
never suffice.
MAYBE © gillena cox 2018



Revisit
10 April 2017
10 April 2016
10 April 2015


Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day

Tuesday Platform
Prompted by Sanaa; its open mic


Enjoy The Music

Monday WRites 149

[for today's mosaic i used images from the internet; fair use]



HE'S COMING
They just didn't understand, no!
couldn't get it,
would you have then?
and would i have?

He spoke of a temple rebuilt,
in three days time
when destructed.
A mad man's rant!

For surely this is what they thought,
The Son of God?
In flesh and blood?
Simple and plain?

Yet He died and He rose again.
Thence in a cloud,
ascended and,
will come again.
HE'S COMING © gillena cox 2018


❧✿❧
HAPPY MONDAY. 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 #149, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites


Enjoy The Music



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Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day

Waiting for...........
Prompted by Isadora Gruye and challenged: Write a poem about waiting, but don’t tell us what you’re waiting for in the poem. There are so many possibilities, which one will you not tell us about?

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Mosaic Monday # 80


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REVISIT
9 April 2017
9 April 2015
The Waiting 2015

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[Photo prompt courtesy imaginary garden]


THIS MASK
What's behind these hazel eyes, sigh!
years added up,
scored sixty-eight,
with moons, some blue.

The mask is a beauty aid, sigh!
merely to wear,
only minutes,
pause and refresh;

Once that mask is removed then, yeah!
for worth of care,
tis fresh new mien,
hey world out there;

Watch out, for life's worth living, yeah!
dashing, daring,
diva, demure,
today's a dare.
THIS MASK © gillena cox 2018


Revisit
7 April 2017
7 April 2015
Four Movements_Mask
Behind The_Mask


Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day

Camera FLASH! ~ The April Edition
Prompted by Kerry Oconnor

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[image from google dot com]


LAOTANG - BINDINGS
in the folds of fan like lives
holds a secret trust to sisterhood
where the plum blossoms in broad daylight
look to a bird on a bough high
For entwined like our lives is the Spring or Fall
There is a purpose to being
A hope lies in the message of happiness
Not to runaway but to stay to stay unbound
Keeping bound feet as pain to secure
In future generations
A freedom for women
A freedom to think of each individual soul
Who should taste freedom to choose
What binds our feet and holds our heart
The ribbons of hope are strong enough
Take courage as you read this fan
Your mission to one day state and pledge
Our freedom to be whole beings
Free to love free to choose
Bindings of our choice
LAOTANG - BINDINGS © gillena cox 2018


Revisit
6 April 2016
6 April 2015

Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day

April Six: Speaking in the Voice of Another
Prompted by Sherry Blue Sky; challenged: to write a poem in the voice of another: in this case, the voice of a woman living in feudal times, addressing her laotang,