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CONTEMPLATION:A QUADRILLE

 You know me well.

 You will never charge me of logolepsy.  

Laconic is more to my being. 

Raindrops on my roof, and i am impressed.

 Still, knowing  sadness, 

That somewhere the floods distress others.

 Ah still tis wabi sabi. 

 Raindrops draw me in contemplation.

© gillena cox 2022

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Poetics: There’s a Word for That

REVISIT
20210906
words words words
book of words

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SNOUT-FAIR THE NIGHT
aaw October you be Merry-go-sorry
for while some be celebrating
some be Awhape to soooo much rain
and the flood waters rising
yet
no Slug-a-beds the devotees of light
for they put the tiny deyas on the stands
still they lit the flames on their miraculous night
SNOUT-FAIR THE NIGHT © gillena cox 2017


Written for Awhape me! at the imaginary garden

Paul prompted: giving us a list of 30 words from the English language that have fallen out of our consciousness and conversation that might conceivably make a comeback.

In my poem i used:
Snout-fair:Having a fair countenance; fair-faced, comely, handsome
Merry-go-sorry: A mixture of joy and sorrow
Awhape: To amaze, stupefy with fear, confound utterly
Slug-a-bed: One who lies long in bed through laziness

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Shubh Divali 2017

446

BOOK OF WORDS
A postage stamp, a convenient
Scar of mimicry
Your cool sentiment , all lies

I could return thus postcard
Address unknown
But to stoop to your mimicry

No no I decree more finesse
To starlight and twinkle
And my forever happy heart
BOOK OF WORDS © gillena cox 2017

Bllog hopping with imaginary garden

Words Count with Mama Zen
Challenged to write a new poem from a given list of words: "mimicry, testament, rapture, cool, dachshund, cherubim, heretic, infinitesimal, convenient, serendipity" Chose three words from the above list and compose a little bit of brilliance of sixty words or less. Bonus points if you title your poem "Book of Words."

Revisit
9 September 2015

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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

written for

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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