Saturday, March 24, 2018


[image from google dot com]

Are there any new waters or songs to croon
From the days of Noah to nearest blue moon
For waters have coursed throughout the land
Sometimes pausing to rest in surfing our sand

Unseeming clouds drink heartily to their fill
To out-pour upon trees and roofs in timely will
We love this deliverence whence gentle rain
We groan and gasp in torrents for such its bane

Where is your beginning where is your end
Circle of life rhythm of infinite blend
© gillena cox 2018

I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven
By the gods. Nature then takes me, to adorn
Her fields and valleys.
I am beautiful pearls, plucked from the
Crown of Ishtar by the daughter of Dawn
To embellish the gardens...
1. Inspiration from Khalil Gibran - Song of The Rain Vii

2. This year's 2nd Blue Moon - March 31 2018


more words of water 2017
more words of water 2016
more words of water 2015

Blog hopping today with

Weekend Mini Challenge: The Heroic Couplet
Prompted by Kim Russel

Thursday, March 22, 2018


[image from pixaby dot com]

Ah yes good memories whisper to heart.
Those days we curved into one blossom
Of loving;
Fragrant as lavender, heady as aphrodisia.
Music of one beat shared by two beings;
In a rhapsody of stairway to heaven.
And once stardust blinked eyelids,
We stretched sated love across lips,
In lazy goodnights;
Sweetest of dreams default.
YOU AND ME © gillena cox 2018

22 March 2016
You and me 2015
You and me 2016

Blog hopping today with

You and Me
Prompted by Marian


Friday 55

Wednesday, March 21, 2018


[yellow splash from Bing dot com; I added text and frame]

Growing up as the first, the oldest
Was truly burdensome
Truly burdensome

Such a one as me had to deal with blame
For everyone else's naughtiness
Everyone else's

Then there was the sister, fourth in line
Third sister of mine
Yes third sister of mine

Of all the ways for attention
She used to have yellow headaches
Yes my friends yellow headaches

Growing up as the first, the oldest
Was truly burdensome
Truly burdensome
YELLOW HEADACHES © gillena cox 2018


Blog hopping today with

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Colour (Color)
Susan is prompting

21 March 2017
21 March 2016
Colour 2015

Monday, March 19, 2018

Monday WRites 146

[i used 3 images from the internet to form today's mosaic]

When i was a child, calypsoes were not to be sung during the season of Lent [not so nowadays], however on St Joseph's Day one could take a break from the seriousness, and yes, on that day we could sing calypsoes and dance, in the school yard, in the street or at home. There was also a betting game we children played. In that we crossed fingers and deceided what we were giving up for Lent. Be it ice cream or cake or sweets etc and should one of us stray from this and another person or persons of the bet saw us we were in for some good slaps with the words LENT, LENT, LENT. Except on St Joseph's Day of course.

wisps of clouds -
vast azure sky lends its self
to reverie
ST JOSEPH'S DAY HAIBUN © gillena cox 2018

“Gracious St. Joseph, protect me and my family from all evil as you did the Holy Family.
Kindly keep us ever united in the love of Christ, ever fervent in the imitation of
the virtue of our Blessed Lady, your sinless spouse, and always faithful in devotion to you. Amen.”

HAPPY ST JOSEPH'S DAY FOR THOSE OBSERVE THIS DAY AS SPECIAL ❧✿❧ 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 #146, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



Blog hopping with



Tuesday Platform


Cutting Lent 2010

Thursday, March 15, 2018


[A Bind dot com image]

You have deepened and come full strength this March.
We basked in your drizzles and spontaneous showers to start.
Even within those day of Carnival sass,
Knowing full well it will surely pass.
So January and February's tease alas,
Have petered out now, to your full blast.

The ice cold beer seems so much more appealing.
With tea left in the refrigerator cooling.
The whirr of the fan these days seems a must,
And such is fitting i tell you, and just.
For your feverishly rising temperature,
Approaching Easter, is oh so familiar.

Arid the mountains then, until when in June,
Will once again rains come, and narry too soon.
So alas and adieu;
A cold sip now for sure.
DEAR DRY SEASON © gillena cox 2018

Blog hopping today with imaginary Garden

Dear Poems
prompted by Karin

15 March 2015

Wednesday, March 14, 2018


[image courtesy Poet's United]

Splashed on to canvas the blood red sky
Come let me relate this twilight glow
Remember those times you got to the edge
Easily you could have kicked the horizon
Amateur painter that you are however
Mumblings are all escaping paintbrush lips.
SCREAM © gillena cox 2018

Blog hopping today with Midweek Motif ~ Scream
Sumana is prompting

14 March 2017
14 March 2016

Tuesday, March 13, 2018



Rib of creation's quest
Dawn of sky's new morning

Where art those heralds
With music to keep your stepping

Surely the noon sun lined
In shadow's path cannot hide

For splendid being your respite
Allows to continue on in breaths

Cooling the desires of hungry
Epitaphs read to stone psalms

You anchor the anguish of moon
In mood shapes of passing light

And your goodness sparks the destiny
Of planets sun and orbits widening

Then Discourse, wafting windy in leafy
Boughs of mists saluted the sunrise.
THE SUN SALUTES WOMEN © gillena cox 2018
[First posted at FACEBOOK - Sieze the poem]

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Tuesday Platform
Sanaa is prompting.

13 March 2017