Monday WRites 42

HAPPY NEW YEAR
Stop, count to four, for the corners of roundness
Pulling strands of a past, ebbed away in sparks
Shapes our globe to a calendar, rife with newness
Adventure, the toy of daring, store bought, sits
Steady now, sit still, for the corners of roundness
Fuzzy in parts, mists a den of caged breaths
Here hope and joy play dice to the tune of likeness
Like when no one knows where wheat field grow
Sing hearts sing, to guitar strings, plucked happiness
All things created of dirt, and water, to ripple light
A word spoken in echoes, for the corners of roundness
HAPPY NEW YEAR © gillena cox 2016




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 #42, ❧✿❧HAPPY NEW YEAR 2016❧✿❧❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



Will link to
The Tuesday Platform open mic

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PERFECTION
thankfulness
processing the perfection
of human spirit
a new year dawns festive
blasts of firecrackers sound
© gillena cox 2016


Linked to Prompt Nights

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Edward Burne Jones - Star of Bethlehem
from google dot com


WE LOWED
I knew not, where from they came
but from the mouths of all
The story was the same
Nazareth in Gallilee,
To Bethlehem, this town in Judaea;
They traveled, to our lowly cattle shed;
And there it was, that ox, and I cattle, had
Witnessed the birth; of this dear sweet lad
The baby Jesus He
Awoke, to receive the gifts
From the Magi three;
Gold Frankincense and Myrrh, they did bring,
And at his feet, they laid it in the hay;
You'd swear He was a king.
© gillena cox, Pink Crush page 42


Written for Marian's prompt
The Tuesday Platform open mic
...to share a poem, old or new, from your blog.


❧✿❧SEASONS GREETINGS❧✿❧

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ANGELS
Sometimes, i feel my wings assembling
They are lain across my back
Large and feathery, diaphanous
My wings assemble
I'm not ready to fly

Icarus, take heed, a faux pas repeated
Insults the Gods
A pantheon, lesser and higher, still
Succumbing to the mighty super nova
I'm not, ready to fly

Ah, yet eagle in her wisdom flies

Radiance shows with visibility
Sometimes teasing mortals, guardians
They draw swords in protection
And cover with their wings
I'm not ready to fly

And what of those whispering ones
Don't they have wings, i often ask myself
Whispering day, whispering night
Half truths and mischievous dares
I'm not, ready to fly
ANGELS © gillena cox 2015


Written for Margaret's prompt
Play it Again, Toads!
...where archived challenges of this Imaginary Garden come to life again, by exploring the sidebar (2011-2015) and selecting one or choose one from three highlighted in the present post.


I chose Fireblossom: "Calling All Angels" highlighted in the present post.

❧✿❧SEASONS GREETINGS❧✿❧

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❧✿❧MERRY CHRISTMAS❧✿❧

STAR
He sleeps
the King of kings
swaddled in His father's love
magi turn out, they choose to follow
His star
STAR © gillena cox 2015



Written for grapelings prompt
Get Listed, Solstice Edition
The Challenge: the theme is 'changing direction' we are asked to write a new poem, using at least 3 words from a given list


❧✿❧MERRY CHRISTMAS❧✿❧

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DUSK
Dusk came early
To greet a gibbous moon surely

Harsh orange splashes
Daubed the westerned ashes

Setting sun your ribbons of light
Has set the tone for night

Stylized blossoms patterned sheet
A lit firefly blinks there to greet

From an aged tree across the street
A mango fell with a thump

"finished reading?"

"I wasn't reading"
I said, i was waiting

We kissed goodnight
And dimmed the light
DUSK © gillena cox 2015


Written for Outlawyer's Take Two and Sing (We); the Weekend Mini-Challenge


CHALLENGE: Think of a song--preferably a song of the season, a Christmas carol, Hanukah or Winter or truly any other song--and pick two consecutive words out of it. This can be any two words as long as they come one after the another. They do not have to be words particularly central to the song or the season and certainly your poem does not have to relate to the song or the season.
Use those two consecutive words as the spring board for your poem.

I chose 'your ribbons'

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Van Gogh Starry Night from google dot com


SILENT HOLY NIGHT
Star bright -
Every angel
twinkling, did appear,
That night proclaimed holy, by His
Design
SILENT HOLY NIGHT © gillena cox 2015<>



Written for Susan's prompt

Design