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AFTER COFFEE CORNFLAKES
Don't discard the cereal carton Tony.

Let me shape words for you.
High,
To clouds touching steeples,
Knowing seams of adhering.

Curved, like a slow steady gaze;
Far,
Into vast tomorrows,
Where heartbeats sync.

Forming shadows, bold and daring,
Play;
Rhythms of sunlight to ribbon,
Pale cool slow moon kisses.

I shape my words for you, Tony;
Round,
Like rings in eternal galaxies,
Where only laughter resides.
AFTER COFFEE CORNFLAKES © gillena cox 2017

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Sanaa is prompting- The object of this challenge is to write about love, using a common everyday image

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Revisit
19 April 2016

Monday WRites 95

HEAT OF ROSEBUDS
Let strands of night in somber tones
Where want of cup and harried lore
Forbid they were two 💕 hearts enshrined
And lust laid pon the altar bare
Bearing blossom sweet of night stalk
Candied kisses did fine procure
Oft wandered and now enlivened
Deed of satiety thus adorned
For rosebuds red and stations bare
Though threadbare hope to union one
Tis fabric weaved to moon dust song
Rhythm of stars 🌟 did pledge anon.
HEAT OF ROSEBUDS © gillena cox 2017

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Camel Thorn Trees, Namibia -
image courtesy imaginary garden


EVER/NEVER
Every sundry moon glow
Whence
Morning returns

Is there ever
A question
Left
Unprompted

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THIS UNDYING LOVE
Another Saturday ends a week
Of truant hours for those who seek
Azure are skies, a mocking bird skips
Evening sighs say thou wind has lips
What more would be whispered
Than that already secreted
To waving branches having no care
Except to yield to wind's despair
For ever a love refusing to slumber
Never to forget always to remember
EVER/NEVER; THIS UNDYING LOVE © gillena cox 2015

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Get Listed for October
Grapeling's challenge for this month's Get Listed is to use at least 2 *sets* of words in a new poem from a list that was given.

Up Close & Personal ~ Micro Poetry
Kerry O'Connor's challenge is to write a poem in no more than 10 lines.

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LOVE...
....
..........AWRY


I love you you are my love
Rolls easily off my tongue
Suffice to say a starry night
Twinkles surely just for us right
If we are together the world
Is in magnificence a right fold
The universe is a peaceful place
How then this restlessness of my soul
Perchance to dream only of old
For light passes in fragile handfuls
And measures all for nought-fuls
Now there is only emptiness emptiness
Emptiness the source of sweet succor
And bitter is the taste of that sauce
© gillena cox



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