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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JOY OF POETRY
Just for the fun of it,
To dance with the shadows on the wall,
Disappearing into the stream of morning,
Right with the life of new light

For the song that thrills the heart
To hear,
No,
To listen to the song bird,
When dawn clambers up the ladder of night,
Fetching the coat tails of dark clouds

The quiet rippling waters, pretending
Nothing of tsunamis dwell here,
Only Neptune, on an obsidian throne
With trident intentions for waves

The fantasy in reality, tearing from
Old books; history, story, memory,
Worthy of a griot's voice, and eager ear
Or eyes, to seek the beauty of an ixora

For wanton pleasure, and absolute void,
Sensing words, in universal spheres,
Where touch is sight, and sight sees
The fragrant day, in a falling blossom.

Truth be, the cocoon buds to bear
The weight of the winds, wafting
With the gravity of saying and telling
Hidden crevices that wing their way out
© gillena cox



Written for the prompt at
Midweek Motif: The Joy of Poetry

Monday WRites 26

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



TOMORROW
Escorted on the wings of gift giving
Another day with taste of promise
With the sketch of every possibility
Breaking through a curtain of shadows

Another day with taste of promise
The forever i love yous dwell in this coocoon
A butterfly can have spotted wings silken
If not just to taste the nectar of pollen

With the sketch of every possibility
Bees and ladybugs crawl and bumble
For such as those destined will allow
The day to absorb them in its colours

Breaking through a curtain of shadows
To draw the reflection of clouds over water
That shimmers or ripples but never stands
Still for such is the process of tomorrow
© gillena cox







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