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Silver edges a morning cloud,
A waxing sun so silent so slow,
Spider in her web-binous proud,
Patterns a song with threads aglow,

Patterns a song with threads aglow,
Like the lace of a ladies crochet edge,
To her signature hanky hidden below,
A trousseau awaiting a pledge.
© gillena cox 2015


Written for the prompt
Midweek Motif ~ Let your song be delicate

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Ixoras - hardy, hearty blooms; in reds, yellows, oranges and pinks to dismiss every gloom; they decorate my garden; they love the rain; more and more pop up, in the splendor of a sunny day after it rains; like tiny umbrellas they cluster together, bunches to delight every admirer. So i pick some, bringing delight to my table.

and i arrange them
with a snip of my scissors -
ixora pom poms
© gillena cox 2015


Written for
The Tuesday Platform

Monday WRites 29

Michael Provenza painting
'New Adventure'


VOID OF NEWNESS
Filling the void of newness,
Nuance, of angelic whispers,
Twitterings, of feathered ones
Rumblings, of the petrol fed.

Such is morning, in its newness

Colours, daubed on feathers,
Invisibility, weaving fine threads,
Rhythms, their andantes sworn,
Light, the response of creation.

Returns, of a code of continuity

Today, clutters into a pattern,
Spaces, left to snag adventures,
Unique, only to first time players,
Embodying, thus awakened dream.

Added, to a weave already woven

Tiny, spider at the pivot of life,
Charms, delicacy and grandeur,
Diaphanous, strands of chapters,
Yet, hardy enough to endure.

Span of action from spirit word.

VOID OF NEWNESS © gillena cox



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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



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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




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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