Monday, April 29, 2019

Monday WRites 203



THIS DROUGHT
Two A.M. i stir spoonfuls of longing into this drought
This cup of hot days, arid and dry as coconut brittle
Even the bird songs refuse the scherzando as they ought
They trill the dawn, then rest and hide from the scorching
Savouring dawn, stirring spoonfuls of longing into this drought
Ah for the wildflowers showery, and brash in spontaneity
Caring neither for rock nor rill, nor earthworms of any sort
I look back to long ago when hot days were not so scorching
Back then, talk of climate change, we shelved as we bought
Never understanding the intensity of future torrid days
Thus, two A.M. i stir spoonfuls of longing in this drought
THIS DROUGHT © gillena cox 2019

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Tis the Season of Easter and here in T&T while we delight in the blossoming Poui trees and the returning alleluias, it is extremely hot, folks say it hotter than many years ago and i agree, i remember a less intense dry season heat, without the Sahara Dust, when i was a child
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). A Happy Monday to all
Welcome to Monday WRites #203, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites.

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#25 Blowing Off The Dust

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Artist's Retreat

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REVISIT
29 April 2018
29 April 2017
29 April 2016

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Wednesday, April 24, 2019

645

HOPE AND RENEWAL
This poem is a tree
This poem is a new day
This poem is a gift

We hide Easter eggs, and then go about seeking.
The game goes thus, no peeking while hiding.
Sometimes a clue is given t-r-e-e.
This poem is a tree.

We remember three nails, we remember one tree.
We remember to add a savior;
Redemption, forgiveness, on dying breath,
This poem is a new day.

We love Easter for chocolate bunnies,
Wildflowers of varied colours,
Covering meadow and cracked pavements,
This poem is a gift.

Love alone clothes the Spring;
Heralded by Almond blossoms,
In renewal charity and hope.

This poem is a tree
This poem is a new day
This poem is a gift
HOPE AND RENEWAL © gillena cox 2019

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Monday, April 22, 2019

Monday WRites 202





EASTER BLESSINGS
(He is not here, for he has risen as he said he would Mt 28:6)
An empty tomb
A victory sign
Death no more the conqueror

Our risen Lord
Promised fullfilled
No more slaves to sin and shame

Begin anew
covenant made
His wrath no more his mercy still

Tomorrow brings
Message of hope
No more darkness through lack of faith

His Holy Spirit
will come to visit
Fear no more but courage now

Resurrection the gift
If accepted
No more shall we for anything lack
EASTER BLESSINGS © gillena cox 2002 [first posted at Wordchimes dot com]


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A Happy Season of Easter to all and Happy Earth Day
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). A Happy Monday to all
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#24 No Hurry

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Blue Monday



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REVISIT
Easter 2018
Earth Day 2016
Easter 2017

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Wednesday, April 17, 2019

643


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WITH A CUP OF TEA
This poem is a novella
This poem is fiction
This poem is an umbrella

Let me say upfront, this will be short.
Sweet is relative to the reader's tongue.
Didn't get it, read and read again.
This poem is a novella.

Sometimes when i climb Mount Everest,
And look over vast expanse of syllables,
The longing for chapters gallops in.
This poem is fiction.

Being unprepared for the rain,
Is no excuse; thunder rumbles,
God has even fashioned clouds.
This poem is an umbrella.

This poem wishes to speak prose,
Longs to tell a sweet little story,
And chants - settle in with a cup of tea.
WITH A CUP OF TEA © gillena cox 2019



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REVISIT
17th April 2018
17th April 2017
17th April 2016



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Monday, April 15, 2019

Monday WRites 201



GAPING EMPTY TOMB
They laid him to rest for surely he died, crucified.
They laid him to rest in a tomb.
Secured by a stone, stationed to closure of a world relieved.
It is finished, they all thought.
A stone affixed will stay the troublemaker.
So there behind the stone he rested.
For his allotted days, he rested there behind the stone-fastened tomb.
On the third day, as his father and scripture destined.
The stone was rolled away.
Gaping of an empty tomb where an angel there stood guard.
GAPING EMPTY TOMB © gillena cox 2019


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Its Holy Week; have a happyy holy week.
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). A Happy Monday to all
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#23 Anticipation

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Blue Monday
Framed


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REVISIT
15 April 2018
Holy Week 2017
15 April 2015

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Monday, April 8, 2019

Monday WRites 200


For today's mosaic 'Clouds And Mountains' i used 2 photos taken in 2016 and 2 taken in 2019. Places: St James and West Moorings.

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[the Chocolate chip cookie bowl is from google dot com]

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A toast to the highest mountain stilled to be faced, we can ace this, all we need are syllables, cookie cutters and counters. Or maybe kigos, cutter words kurumi and contemplation

a swift draft of wind -
under the basho wild vines
clutching tall grasses
© gillena cox 2019


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How is your April going so far. Here in T&T we did get some April showers
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). A Happy Monday to all
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Mosaic Monday
#22 March in the Mountains

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Blue Monday
PickUp

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Shadow Shot Sunday 2
Shaggy Orange Tree

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dVerse
Quadrille #77 – Ace of Poems


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[Long Circular Road viiew, St James 2016 - gillena cox]



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REVISIT
8 April 2015

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Thursday, April 4, 2019

640

"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility."
--William Wordsworth


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BREWING WORDS
They brew in cauldrons; eye of newt and ear of bats,
Smoldering breath of flying dragon and mermaid's tears,
Colours of sunset rise in steam of ladles stirred,
And diaphanous patterns of spider's dreams spook forth

Such is the concoction of voiceless words echoed

Like psalms from a weeping prophet's beard long told
To lament a wicked dread of worlds, its sweetness
Long forgotten in heaving maidens breast, behest of love.
The angst of a poet's mind where everything already exist.
BREWING WORDS © gillena cox 2019


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Susan's Challenge: In a New poem, tell us Why Write Poetry? and/or What Is Poetry?


REVISIT
3rd April 2018
3rd April 2017
3rd April 2018


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Monday, April 1, 2019

Monday WRites 199





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CHUCKLES
Poui around the Savannah lend their splendor in a perfusion of transcient blooms, some yellow smothered trees, some pink smothered trees.

Opposite, The Emperor Valley Zoo (named after the Emperor Butterflies) clothed in trees, various kinds, and bamboo. Its entrance like a coat-front-opening, with one clasp, the turnstile for a ticket gate.

Not too far, around that same circle the old library with its wooden steps and forgiven dusty shelves. Those were days when these halls of gloried tales reveled in its classic library smell.

a Mr Lion
through the finger dial phone
seeks the zoo (chuckles)
CHUCKLES © gillena cox 2019


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April first is known as April Fools' Day read more HERE
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). A Happy Monday to all
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#21 Going Back-Country

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Blue Monday
Stand Watch

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Shadow Shot Sunday 2
Clouds

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April Fools Day

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REVISIT
1 April 2018
1 April 2016
1 April 2018

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