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[ hearts wallpaper from goole dot com]

SWEET SWEET OCTOBER
There there, i see you, afro-haloed;
it is the month of October,
i garland your neck with
imaginary kisses, futuristic whimsies;
later though, we do kiss.

There there, i see a sky, chock full of clouds,
In the afternoon traffic,
Ah! i say to our boy (though a man now),
The angels, surely are rejoicing,

swaddled new baby -
the flashing of cell phone clicks
and granma kisses
SWEET SWEET OCTOBER © gillena cox 2016

Process Note
Traditional haibun are written in the present tense, even when the content is about happenings in the past.

blog hopping today at

October in the Chair
Magaly asks us to turn October into a poem

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[The Frog Prince ~ Maria Hohneck courtesy imainary garden with real toads]

THE CASTLE GATE BOLTED
She is an ugly old witch
Whose heart is dark like sound of void
Whose lips are cold without lullaby
Whose nose smells dank rot of nearby bog

When the time comes for her beautiful daughter
To go into the world of paper files and pencil
To grab her handbag and stalk her high heels
To ride the bus pass sugarcane arrow fields

The wicked witch will have none of that
No princess leaves this castle this day
So she sleeps with her husband and begets a child
A boy small and tender and wailing as babies do

Here she says to the princess, this is your job
Take care of this baby, bottle feed his crying lips
Then off she goes the wicked witch
To look at herself in a shiny pot spoon

pink pomerac blooms -
the neighbour's dog delights in
chasing his own tail
THE CASTLE GATE BOLTED © gillena cox 2016

Picture Glossary
Pomerac a fruit grown here in Trinidad and Tobago also known as Malay Apple

sugar cane is grown in the production of cane sugar, the flowers are called sugar cane arrows

[images from yahoo dot com]

Written for

The Tuesday Platform

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[my video choice for today - Fairy Tales']

Monday WRites 78

EVENING RAPPORT

WIND
Splashes of gold light fading day,
Where are all the bird songs going?
Feathered fun has left the wind,
To console silhouettes at shadow play;

MOON
Silence wind, tis time of slumber
When friend stars, in rust tipped humour,
Play at nighttime sparkle .

EVENING RAPPORT © gillena cox 2016
[inspired by 'Streamside exchange' by Nigerian poet John Pepper Clark]



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).
Welcome to Monday WRites #78, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

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Written in response to
A Splash of Rust & Gold ~ Micro Poetry

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[image from google dot com]

ON A BROOMSTICK VIEWING
Face of reality torn,
From a book paged everyday drudgery,
The Phantom of the Opera sings;
To a night of masks,
From witches to fairies,
To bones macabre;
Let him write me a broomstick;
For to fly, far out -
Pumpkin viewing, carrying,
Light of star and moon.
ON A BROOMSTICK VIEWING © gillena cox 2016

Blog hopping at
Words Count With Mama Zen

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[my video choice today]

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[image - The Owl And The Pussy Cat from yahoo dot com]

“Our language has wisely sensed the two sides of being alone. It has created the word “loneliness” to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word “solitude” to express the glory of being alone.”
-– Paul Johannes Tillich


SOLITUDE
Deep in the chamber of solitude curled
A ring-gg ring-gg softly charms air furled
Yet not, do the tone to mind or ear reach
For far to low, chasm of solitude seeks
To court absolute attention to its bliss;
Thus being satiated in being alone, solitude
Is an amorous lover, jealous of intrusion
No telephone tones, nor voices calling
Can mar the perfect tide of flowing free
Thoughts, ideas, colours, on a clear sea
Calm waves ripple, in syllables uncharted
Traversing to an ocean wide and deep enough
To absorb, light, liquidity, and vastness
SOLITUDE © gillena cox 2016

Written for Sanaa's Prompt Night
Descent into the abyss of Solitude – [31]


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[my video choice for today Tu si 'na cosa grande ]

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[sunset wallpaper from yahoo dot com]

GOLDEN TRANSITIONS
When golden clouds call, come
And you stand transfixed to some;

Glorious, inexplicable, ordinary
Eventide drama of a sky, so very

Coquettish in exiting, it leaves
A taste of yearning, and cleaves

To palate of somber silhouettes,
Waiting to embrace sleep pirouettes,

Maybe long after it has vanished,
A blend of wine to lips, a tryst

Instead, seductive souls do savour,
Insomniac sheep, naught to favour.
GOLDEN TRANSITIONS © gillena cox 2016


I'm blog hopping today at

The Tuesday Platform

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[My video choice of today - Мишель Легран Саксофон ~ Осенняя грусть]

Monday WRites 77

[image from google dot com]

HOLD PLEASE
Hold please!
Can, it take one more?
So the doors half-closing
Open one more,
Once squeezed inside,
I reflect on the faces
I noticed
From the outside;
Blank
Expressions
Fill the elevator,
Lucky some heart was
Warm enough to press
The hold button;
Phew!
It would have been
Waiting
Like eternity
For another lift
HOLD PLEASE © gillena cox 2016



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).
Welcome to Monday WRites #77, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

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