Showing posts with label sun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sun. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 26, 2022

3051








scorching hot day -

a sun melting poems to

precious preserves

© gillena cox 2022



BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH

HERE COMES THE SUN



REVISIT

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20190726 

 20180726



Friday, June 21, 2019

2443


to sit on leaves
the thunder has rolled away
finally the rains
© gillena cox



[moo 'sunglasses at the beach' digital composition]


[Nearly midnight - photo collage]


[Nearly midnight, one step further - photo collage]



Blog hopping today with

Week 16 Year 9


AND


Stair

AND

Moo Mania  &  more
#193 HERE COMES THE SUN



REVISIT
21 June 2018
21 June 2016
21 June 2015



ENJOY THE Music



Friday, June 14, 2019

2441

[haiga]

leaves glisten
from a slight drizzle -
noon sunlight
© gillena cox


[moo 'sun']


[water colour 8 by 5 inches 'Tree Stump']



[on the drawing board]



[digital collage Fly Me To the Moon]


[digital collage 'Winged Moon Dreams']



Blog hopping today with

Week 14 Year 9


AND


Fly me to the moon

AND

Moo Mania  &  more
#193 HERE COMES THE SUN



REVISIT
14 June 2018
14 June 2016
14 June 2015



ENJOY THE Music




Monday, August 10, 2015

1720

image courtesy Carpe Diem



setting sun
hope is the reward of those
to slumber

© gillena cox



blog hopping today at
Carpe Diem
#794 Hymn to the Aten (CD Distillation)


The goal of the Carpe Diem Distillation is to write/compose a haiku or tanka inspired on a longer poem given, today that's the "Hymn to the Aten", but not an inspired haiku or tanka as we mostly do here. You have to "distil" the haiku or tanka from the longer poem.

Pharaoh Amenhotep IV {Akhenaten) came to the throne in c. 1370 B-C. to reign as co-regent with his father Amenhotep III (c. 1397-1360 B.C.). He attempted a religious revolution in which faith was focused on one god - Aten (the solar disk).

[excerpt from The Great Hymn to Aten] courtesy Carpe Diem
When you set in western lightland,
Earth is in darkness as if in death;
One sleeps in chambers, heads covered,
One eye does not see another.
Were they robbed of their goods,
That are under their heads,
People would not remark it.
Every lion comes from its den,
All the serpents bite;
Darkness hovers, earth is silent,
As their maker rests in lightland