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image frompublic domain



PROCESS SURREAL
He’s the madman, slicing off an ear,
Spoiling his metaphor,
Charts a sentence through the valley
Of amore
Flays arms and heart in rhythmic stupor
And for what?
The juxtaposition of a simile perfect;
All’s for nought, and nought but dread,
This creature like Andromeda chained,
Not to jagged rock, or torture pole,
Bounded though, to inertia where,
Gravity tells no tale orated to,
The weightlessness of words.

Written for
Words Count with Mama Zen

from the inspiration of Jean Cocteau's first film The Blood of a Poet (1930) to write a poem in less than 80 words

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image courtesy Poet's United


BOREDOM
Siiiiiggghh! sigh
sky
same as yesterday grey
cloud cloud cloud
will not this rain go away

Siiiiiggghh! sigh
wind
lots of wind
no wind

Siiiiiggghh! sigh
void
no word no thought
no rain
no wind
no sky

Siiiiiggghh! sigh
boredom
breath of
emptiness

Siiiiiggghh! sigh
no tea
no poetry
keep me
in thy pithy
dear boredom
thee

Siiiiiggghh!
sigh

© gillena cox



image from google dot com



Written for the prompt
Midweek Motif ~ Boredom

Monday WRites 28

THE BOOTH
The polling booth,
Somewhat like a confessional,
Here, you alone can practice truth,
About futures
In quickness, hands must steer exceptional,
So as not to put to the test,
The patience of the waiting queue.
© gillena cox


Its Polling Day here in Trinidad and Tobago




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 #28, ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites





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photo from Dismaland



STILETTO ALLURE
Her stilettos clicked boardroom tiles
Men trembled at her slightest wiles
She, goddess, she, diva
Till another, more wicked, more diva
Benched her, to pigeon lady in the park
Now they smother her; question mark
Who is she? faced hidden in feathered smack
Feathered, not tarred, for a hurried snack
Sister sister of Wall street.
© gillena cox



Written for
FLASH 55 PLUS!


The challenge: to visit Dismaland, the anti-themepark brainchild of the artist known as Banksy, and add your poetic voice to his creative vision in precisely 55 WORDS

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Arthur Wesley Dow, "Moon in the Trees" (1910)
from Studio Matters art blog


THE SLEEPY STREET
Within the three o'clock hour,
Framed in the dark before dawn,
The heavy rumble of garbage trucks,
Strays across the canvas of waning night;
Sometimes the voices of men, loading
Bags into the trucks, spill out into the silence;
House dogs remain hushed they know the routine,
Such noises pose no threat to their families,
But then the interlude of quiet,
Dapples once more the sleepy street,
Lulled in pre dawn slumber,
Awaiting the first distant strains of bird songs;
A large lamp like moon may hover,
Depending on the phase of counted days.
© gillena cox


Written for
(NON-) Fireblossom Friday: Finding the Right Tone


The challenge: to create a poem, prose poem or piece of microfiction (less than 150 words) with 'no under drawing,' by taking an idea, a place, a person, an event or a mood, and quickly fleshing out a portrait of it in a blur of words. Use language to mass light and dark verbal 'tones' and build up your poem in dashes of description and image. The end result should be something immediate but 'misty' which gets its effect primarily through visualization.

And Also Linking to
Open Link Night #154

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animation from google dot com


TASTE AND SEE
Mouth-watering promise, thin, wafer like
Fleeting, yet satisfying, cloud like
Seemingly angelic words, emit light
Or light emitting words, when however
A dream embodies its way in, ever
Never allude to doubt, for surely
Stars are alive. watching, merely
Holding words the weight of wisdom
Yet of ages still to come
That day, that night, that grasp of intervening
Heart hears, mind sears, reeling
On the eons of moonbeams, whirling
Set in proscribed readiness gear
Guardian Faith admonish fear
“Taste and see that the Lord is good”
And yes, its all good,
For a pirouette into constancy,
Now pivots this soul.
© gillena cox


Written for the prompt
Midweek Motif ~ Watershed Moments


My husband whom i loved dearly, left, after seven years of marriage, on the pretext of going away to further his studies. Left me with a broken heart, two adorable children and yes the feeling that he's coming back soon everything will be alright. This feeling phased into a reality of abandonment, fear and disillusion.
Hmm, all that holy water in the font, (i'm Catholic), and i would leave church, still feeling angry; till one very early dawn (1995), i experienced a wide awake, dream like experience, when a voice spoke to me, in a beam of light. That, somehow, transformed me into an enduring faith filled person. Sorry no turning back; come what may.
Though still married, i am living alone, and loving my lonesome life. My children are happily grown, and i'm now a grandmother of a lovely little two-going-on-three-year old girl. I feel blessed, even on the worst of days.

Monday WRites 27

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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 #27, ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



FORGED FROM THE LOVE OF LIBERTY
Forged a nation sturdy
From the smithy, swelter of dense purpose
The love of country to propel us always
Of liberty we sing, we dance, we worship

From the smithy, swelter of dense purpose,
Mountains peaked in tridium rise
Against strong winds there to fortress
Regaled are we in this land of trinity

The love of country to propel us always
Kindness in word and deed will retain us
On a path of betterment and continuity
Leaving behind a legacy of wise stewardship

Of liberty we sing, we dance, we worship
Bird songs to serenade in azure skies
Oceans resonate in conch shells, as we blow
Breath of each day back to our source in prayer
© gillena cox



"Forged from the love of liberty" is the first line of the National Anthem of Trinidad and Tobago.
❧✿❧Happy Independence Day 2015 to everyone in Trinidad and Tobago❧✿❧
The month of August is also Steelband Month in Trinidad and Tobago






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