Saturday, January 31, 2015

19


image courtesy imaginary garden with real toads



LAVENDER - LOOKING BACK

Days of sunshine glow -
The June sun, hot on the threshold
Of healing pain, and aspirins with awakening;
Like a beloved teddy bear,
Stitches bear the marks of closure;
Those fibrous cells, harmful unnatural settlers,
Have been gorged out;
Eviction through the surgeon's blade;
Now restful, sleep filled days regain,
Doused in splashes of lavender cologne
The mandate of life renewed;
Its Y2K1, a millennium, still young, progresses.
© gillena cox




Written in response to Transforming Thursday/Friday with Nature's Wonders - 'Lavender Fields'
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Tuesday, January 27, 2015

18


THE STAGE - QUEENS PARK SAVANNAH

Someday; and maybe
when the rains pour in torrents,
A river will be sated;
All the colours and hues of ever,
A rainbow curved in splendor,
Of the masquerade; to trample
The stage of The Queen's Park Savannah,
That other-world,
Where the bacchanalia chants,
Rhythms of the consenting soul;
Who will choreographs the tongues of
Ribald and risque?



Only the essential player ethos will;
Miles and miles of road
Untraveled by the traveled
Not a bird on a branch
All feathers been donned, in this costuming process,
This river of rainbow sating wrecked consciousness;
A spell of madness,contained joviality,
Bacchanal season !!!
All ripe with the mode of gyrations.



His pantaloons jingle...jingle ...jingle...
The whip of the jab jab cracks Carnival Monday stage
He's a hopeless one the ‘ole mas’ who drifts from the band
To the giggle of two young girls

Come Tuesday more sun !!! more sun to scorch, already heated,
The masquerade spirit
© gillena cox


2015 February 16th and 17th - Carnival Monday and Tuesday in Trinidad and Tobago

Trinidad Carnival images from google dot com



Written in response to THE TUESDAY PLATFORM
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And linked to the prompt at Poetry Jam Tis the Season


Sunday, January 25, 2015

17


image courtesy Magpie Tales



Perched, in the glimpse of a moth;
Your eyes, sooty black with shadows,
Of countless sleeping stars;
Refusing to twinkle, for night carries,
Its own radiance, its own cadence.
© gillena cox 2015



written in response to the photo prompt The Mag 225

Friday, January 23, 2015

16


hibiscus flower opening up from google dot com



TOMORROWS
In breath, slowly.... slowly....
Awaken the pink clouds of morning dew
The eyelids of those sleepers
Those buds of adventures
Sheltered in sleep of ancient patternings
The fabric of colour fragrance and shape
Hungry for the light of solar rays
Supernova shinning day star - Sun
Pour your warm breath of life giving
Hope to the fires of tomorrows
Consume the void of night
© gillena cox

[64 words title included]

Written in response to
Words Count With Mama Zen...challenge - What are you hungry for? Tell me in 60 words or less . . . but take an extra ten if you can make me blush.

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Wednesday, January 21, 2015

15

Writing


image from google dot com



DRY SPELLS
sometimes
there is sunshine, bright as ever;
there are bird songs, chirpy as ever;
there are honks of horns,
and cobs of corn,
mouse clicks, and words, words, words
yet i claim nought;
i'm in the desert, a being,
as arid as fallow sand;
with narry a word,
so i write nought.
sitting, lying, standing;
there, in an abyss of mind,
think....ing.
© gillena cox



written in response to the prompt at Poetry Jam "Writing"

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

14

Shoes or Feet



comfortable likable sandals
they are blue,
the colour of my sky
five minutes ago

before the greyness
sitting on the mountain top
filled with sounds of raindrops
everywhere birds would sing

their chicken feet
and talon toes grasping air
to land on tree branches
where leaves grow

anchored in the ages
from sinewy stalks
to bark and lichen covered
trunks

not the kind elephants wear

they say tree spirits dance
around silk cotton trees
these kapoks witness
the backward turned
feet

of children
whose unbaptized souls
dare to wander the night

nevertheless
as for me
i'll wear them again
and again

my new
comfortable likable sandals
they are blue,
the colour of my sky
five minutes ago
© gillena cox


written in response to the prompt at Poetry Jam shoes or feet

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Sunday's Mini-challenge: David Huerta


image from google dot com

OPEN AND SHUT SURGES

You open the window to grackle songs
The smooth gaze of velvet stings

You shut the cords of angels eyes
Their flight from irises to engage

You open and shut the dreamers weave
To thread my life through needle bare of bones

Yet fleshed of human emotions
through which my mind surges
© gillena cox



Written in response to
Sunday's Mini-challenge: David Huerta...challenged to write a new poem or prose poem in response to David Huerta's words. Some examples of responses include affirming what the speaker said or using his title or line of verse as a jumping board for your own writing.

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And sharing also at
Poetry Pantry 234

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

One Word - Listening


image from google dot com


In the silence and in the din
Listen

When the amber of choices caution
And the red stumps an action

Know that voices are ever speaking
Know that guidance is always seeking

Audible
Perceivable

Paint this day in the colour win
Respect a good year; yes, Listen
© gillena cox


╲\╭┓╱
╭✿ ╯Happy New Year
┗╯\╲



written in response to the prompt at Poetry Jam One Word - "listening"

And back linking to The Tuesday Platform - "All the world’s a stage"
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Saturday, January 3, 2015

Bits Of Inspiration ~ Happy New Year


image from public domain

"Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, 'It will be happier." Alfred Lord Tennyson



☆´,•*´¨★


I heard the wind this morning
A loud whoooooshing
The kind that causes breath to pause
From whence soul humbly withdraws
To divinity

Then it petered and dissolved there
In the calm of unseen atmosphere
Today is yesterday's tomorrow
It's like that the unseen day - Tomorrow
I broke into a hum

Those comforting songs you sing, enfold
When hope whispers at the threshold
Of a moment
[gillena cox]

★¸.✶* ☆

written for the challenge at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads - today, to choose from given quotes addressing a new year. using as few as one or bits of all of them as jumping boards for inspiration... Writing about the new year in resolutions, non resolutions, hopes, dreams, plans, or merely the acknowledgement the calender has turned over into a new year.
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And also sharing at
Poetry Pantry 233