Monday WRites 94

SHIFTING HUES
The clouds are tinted, salmon hues,
The coolness of morning, stroking leaves,
Then, the invisible paint brush, washes
Over the clouds, once more;
Now, there are silver white clouds,
And the mocking bird, on the wall,
Hops a dance of, wing flap wing fold;
To complement, the tones of transfers,
And then, the racous call of the grackel,
Be alert, for throughout the day,
Subtle changes are happening;
Then, all vanishes, into the sleep of night,
Where dreams, can be painted,
To colour, yet another day.
SHIFTING HUES © gillena cox 2017

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TIME WRITTEN IN SAND
At center, core place of wisdom,
Where seateth cadi and conspirator,
Life thrums cords, to flow streams
Of tiny worlds in suspension

Monuments dissipate, age upon age
In snail like pace, beneath stunning sun
And whispering moon unheard;
Simple sacrifices to unsuitable deity

Its much more complicated, dare to say
When ceremonious juggle of bone,
And grit, wager for satiety, at the cost
Of barriers and borders embroidered.
TIME WRITTEN IN SAND © gillena cox 2017


Revisit
27th January 2015
27th January 2016


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Get Listed!
Titles inspired by the poetic words of William Butler Yeats has in turn inspired Kerry to present us with 2 lists of words. We were challenged: Use a minimum of THREE words (or derivatives) in a new poem on a subject of your choice. Additionally, you may choose further words from these two sources.

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CHAPTER ~ SEDUCTION
In a corner, in a nook of the garden,
Where sun peeps with stealthy gaze;
Words, spin a web of dainty caisson
A flower, plucked petal by petal, swoons
To windy drafts, in a nook of the garden
Tumultuous is the drama of two hearts
Beating, in waves of passion starving;
Loves him/loves him not, daisy chants,
Whence Cupid arrows salient in bargain,
Artfully pierce schema of plot and theme
Page by page, in a nook, of the garden
CHAPTER ~ SEDUCTION © gillena cox 2017

Revisit
23 January 2015
23 January 2016

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NO COLOURS DISPLAYED
dry season quenching rain
surprising
washing
drumming
shaping droplets
dangling from leaf tips

carnival mas makers their
feathers
beads
cloths
paints

the players feteing
waiting
paying
gossiping
googling
exercising

is there a poem in here
somewhere
no yellow brick road
no witch to tangle
no red shoes

definitely a waste of words
definitely words
are never wasted
definitely words
are never always written

words are creations little
gnomes
elfs
workers
builders
painters
sculptors

maybe some get to be
poems
the lucky ones
NO COLOURS DISPLAYED © gillena cox 2017

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Sunday Mini-Prompt with Brendan:
Voices
THE CHALLENGE: OK, 'nuff said. Write a short poem about the voices you hear or the ones you used to; the voices which call or enthrall; the voices which yearn and those which burn. Your assigned poem is a seashell; hold it to your ear; tell us what you heard the sea sing ...


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QUERULOUS SHADOWS
Superficially bright the night,
One star shines brighter, far above;
The sky a blanket covering heaven,
From a topsy turvy view here below

What wonders are above thee sky?
Who whimpers for a lullaby,
Are there owl hoots stored in jars?
Or ghosts slithering to graveyards most?

When stealest thou the colour of grackle,
To paint velvet curtains shroud of day,
What dramas enact thee far above?
That insomniacs lamp of streets do covet,

With expletives pierce ardour of quiet;
Buds push to sweet night jasmins show
Compete in favour for light of one star
To far perhaps to spank wretched earth.
QUERULOUS SHADOWS © gillena cox 2017


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HANGOVERS
Settling to new year is serious business
Again with those calendars, tsk tsk
Birthdays forgotten in the last year, revisit
Careful to pencil in, stars added
Time and timing is serious business
Wisps of mornings in hues pastel
Mirror year's beginning in dawn's stillness
Reflections are ribboned in oranges and gold
Like sun, dipping into pool of night's richness
What's not boxed away, like last year's Christmas
Perchance to be resolved, is serious business
HANGOVERS © gillena cox 2017

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"The Virgin understands the mystery of total surrender," he went on. and having loved and suffered, she freed us from pain. In the same way that Jesus freed us from sin.
By The River Pierda I Sat Down And Wept - Paulo Coelho.

HANDMAIDEN [2]
The Virgin, written in the mind of God,
She, who is chosen, and fashioned to will,
Understands, her task at hand;
Mystery of total surrender,
To time unfolded, and time yet unraveled;
Time it is, resounds in her - Yes

~His love inflames her before her being completes~

After she has been his resident thought,
She it is, who is vessel of honour;
The innocent lamb thus, is born for a world,
The perfect sacrifice from a world,
Where only himself begotten, can cleanse,
Can heal, and grant mercy to disobedience.
HANDMAIDEN © gillena cox 2017


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Inside the Ink (Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly)
The Challenge: to take a quote from the last book you read, and turn it into a new three-stanza poem or a very short story (of 313 words or fewer). Dance with the quote, laugh with it… cry with it—make us feel what the words made you feel. Please share the book quote and title.

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WHO KNOWS
With New Year comes freshness,
Here, desires flourish in start-all-over-agains

Accustomed moon, her shift shaping travails ply

Thoughts contour the landscape of goals
Mountains stoic, face diligent climbers
And purpose loom towards havens
Be they dreams, or distant beacons

Streams detour in easy flow
Planners, to-do lists, and calendars afflux
Which bird will fly off, or phoenix rise

The bile and treacle of days to determine
WHO KNOWS © gillena cox 2017

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Literary Excursions with Kerry

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A JANUARY NOTE
Paper calendars, of pictures pretty,
Pinned to spaces, on the walls,
Be they wooden or be they walled;

Unblemished fruit and vegetables,
Sunsets and sunrises in radiant hue,
Quotes of inspiration, quaint and wise

Shape of moon, and festivals tide
Adding decor to count of days
A JANUARY NOTE © gillena cox 2017

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CURTSY
It was dark enough to hear the clip clop of horses
Creeping into my night-stroked heart;

How could he?
Oh cruel fate!

I wore my petticoats, layer upon layer,
Saving myself for him alone;

Yet now, the ladies at the ballroom huddle
Together, whispering about
His new conquest, curtained, with rouged cheeks
In back of the hansom.
CURTSY © gillena cox 2017


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Fireblossom Friday:

Escape To The Past

lyrics in English

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WORDS WORDS WORDS
Dictionary ponderings -
Next to adulting, juxtapose purposing;
All words you might say,
But, what about
His command;
Let there be...
And so it is.
WORDS WORDS WORDS © gillena cox 2017



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FIRST THINGS FIRST
When first i stared under the microscope,
Wonder of wonders, there loomed the hope,
In tiny things, fairy tales,
The invisibles, became real;
Laid out bare, in high school kaleidoscope.
FIRST THINGS FIRST © gillena cox 2017

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