LISTEN TO THE POEM I READ TODAY
Thursday, December 7, 2023
Tuesday, December 5, 2023
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[image 2CELLOS - Wherever I Go from google]
Starless Night Ponder
Night performs her haunting echoes
She is neither shy nor unwilling
Yet she is holding back her shine
There are no stars out tonight
Not even a Bethlehem guiding light
Who can fathom the depths of desire
When not even a blink from heaven
Strays into the thought of face
Looking upward hoping to hear of
Stars watching lowly humans below
Why is life moaning under a weight
Of contours, of borders, of delineations?
Who will spill a jar of watercolour
Wet on wet without care of spaces
Only shapes misting on smudgy
Areas to suffice
© gillena cox 2023
BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
Challenge today: is to choose a piece of instrumental music (no songs,
but I am happy for you to choose a piece of jazz or instrumental rock if you don’t
like classical music) that speaks to you, and write a poem either about the piece,
including information about its composer and content,
or whatever it conjures in your head.
If possible, add a link to the piece of music.
Here is a selection of poems about music:
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REVISIT TO READ
Monday, December 4, 2023
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an image from Pinterest
The Magic of My First Snow
Where was i? I was at my sister's home. I had flown across oceans so at that time, I was on vacation in New York. So back then, I was where i am.
When the snow began, she called me to the door. The door was slightly ajar. And there it was. My very first time, my very first snowflakes
For me this was oh so amazing. I stood at the doorway spellbound.
© gillenacox 2023
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Prompt
Today we are writing prose using the lines
“I was where I am
When the snow began”
From “The Dead of Winter” by Samuel Menashe
REVISIT TO READ
ENJOY THE MUSIC
Our 2023 Season of 100 Days of Christmas
hosted by our Radio Station Sweet 100.1 FM is in ongoing.
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THIS IS MONDAY WRITES 423
A Happy December to all
You've heard about the Monday Blues
well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Thursday, November 30, 2023
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Tropical mockingbird from google
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rosary beads rolling
saying good morning
a tropical mocking bird
Jesus proclaims
the kingdom of God
third luminous mystery
morning cleared
to silverlined clouds
another dawn
has sketched her
ultimate beginnings
coolnes of a gentle zephyr
© gillenacox 2023
BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
prompt for today : Let’s rekindle and revive the dying art of letter writing this Tuesday!
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REVISIT TO READ
ENJOY THE MUSIC
Our 2023 Season of 100 Days of Christmas
hosted by our Radio Station Sweet 100.1 FM is in ongoing.
Tuesday, November 28, 2023
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My daughter is 52 today. Happy Birthday to Yanda Cox
For my Daughter
for this daughter mine
every day thanks is given
it was worth the wait
after nine months fattening
curious to see
will her smile be like mine or
will she have her own
after fifty plus years she
has grown so lovely
a happy birthday to her
gillena cox 2023
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REVISIT TO READ
Monday, November 27, 2023
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to my photo birds added digitally at picsart
Sketching a Day
On the drawing board, dawn sketches it's smoky sky and twittering birds.
I often wonder how do they know the time for twittering.
They serve me well nature's alarm clock.
Time to stretch,
To give thanks for another day,
To send out a greeting.
© gillenacox 2023
BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
Prompt: to write a poem of any style that is exactly 44 words, not including the title. Your quadrille must contain one given word or a form of the word...SKETCH
REVISIT TO READ
ENJOY THE MUSIC
Our 2023 Season of 100 Days of Christmas
hosted by our Radio Station Sweet 100.1 FM is in ongoing.
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THIS IS MONDAY WRITES 422
BYE BYE! NOVEMBER
You've heard about the Monday Blues
well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Wednesday, November 22, 2023
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Detail from Portrait of Marie-Thérèse, Princesse de Lamballe, painted by Anton Hickel, 1788. (Liechtenstein Princely Collections) found at google
22nd November 2023
Dear Yesterday
Please forgive me. I seem to have slipped into a crevice of time, to hide like an old fossil waiting for centuries to pass, knowing the wisdom of discovery is destined like the morning star.
What can i say i tend to be scatter-brained on those day when i deceide to let go of the ties of routine and become irregular like the fingers of climate change. Stoking fires in rainforests and flooding autumns with winter floes.
What delicious concoctions did the hostess shake up. Was there liquor at the dVerse bar to add to our fruit and vegetable palates.
Who came in first offering words to excite, enhance, or provoke the evening (or as time zones would have it the morning). Ah, here i am a dated day late, (but really only hours away) time zones again.
Please accept these few sentences, filled with the aplomb of your understanding that late too should be read with the joy in community and responding.
Your friend in poetry
gillena cox
BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
prompt for today : Let’s rekindle and revive the dying art of letter writing this Tuesday!
And
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REVISIT TO READ
ENJOY THE MUSIC
Our 2023 Season of 100 Days of Christmas
hosted by our Radio Station Sweet 100.1 FM is in ongoing.
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