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Monday, September 30, 2013
1289
i'll paint
these fading days of September
yellow
heat sieves
through raindrops
October yellows
Divali and
early Christmas lights
--gillena cox
Linking today to Monday Mellow Yellows
86 DAYS TO CHRISTMAS
Sunday, September 29, 2013
1288
photo by Mark Haley; courtesy The Mag 138
Linking today to Magpie Tales
NEW HORIZONS
thrashed by winds
of life's seasons, laid threadbare there
for explorer's naming
new horizons are
never new; always were
to those gone ahead
then comes another
cyclic stone walks; the paths for
exploration
fresh tags
inspired musings; data kept
in atmospheric vaults
they have only to
breathe the breath of creating...
new meanings garnered
--gillena cox
Sunday Smiles
tag 1 Shadow Shot Sunday
tag 2 Kaleidoscope Sunday
tag 3 Sunday Scribblings
tag 4 Straight Out Of The Camera Sunday
tag 5 Sunday Whirl
tag 6 Issa's Sunday Service
tag 7 Sunday In My City
tag 8 Silly Sunday
tag 9 Lovely Sunday Quotes
"It isn't how many years one spends on earth that matters, but the legacy left from your many years."
A Lovely Sunday Quote from Meaning Of Life Quotes & Sayings
Today is #81 in the series Sunday Savvy; revisit Sunday Savvy #80 share your Sunday something email me post a COMMENT or post a URL
87 DAYS TO CHRISTMAS
Saturday, September 28, 2013
1287
heat of today...
brightness of cumulus
--gillena cox
Linking today to Six Word Saturday AND Back linking to Sky Watch Friday
88 DAYS TO CHRISTMAS
Friday, September 27, 2013
1286
Having read, and thoroughly enjoyed, 'Curry Casadoo' written by Kamalo Deen; i jumped at the invitation, to be present at a function to meet with it's author. So yesterday morning, it was, my delight, along with a small group of readers, friends, and staff of Nalis St James, to listen to readings from this marvellous novel and converse with him.
light streams
through closed windows...
retelling a tale
the authour's voice
--gillena cox
revisit Golden August
Linking today to Haiku Heights #300 AND Orange You Glad Its Friday
89 DAYS TO CHRISTMAS
Thursday, September 26, 2013
1285
salt-rimmed glasses...
a rattle in the shaker
of the TV chef
--gillena cox
revisit SALT AND GREEN GUAVAS
Linking today to Haiku Heights #299
90 DAYS TO CHRISTMAS
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
1284
Happy Republic Day 2013 Trinidad and Tobago
day moon...
the pain of yesteryears
fades into wisdom
--gillena cox
Linking today to Haiku Heights #297
92 DAYS TO CHRISTMAS
Sunday, September 22, 2013
1283
image 'The Moth and the Lamp - Cesar Santos' courtesy The Mag 137
DAY MOON - 20130922
Sometimes Sundays are like that,
You become the moth, but more than that;
Your desire for the light is a hunger,
Unsatiable, maddening, engulfing;
Like swallowing whole the moon,
Just as it waxes its fullest; no!
Mere crecsents will not suffice,
Translucent of day sky, that moon.
*
Mary in her blue mantle...
sunlight through stained glass panels
--gillena cox
Linking today to Magpie Tales 137 AND Sunday Scribblings 388
Sunday Smiles
tag 1 Shadow Shot Sunday
tag 2 Kaleidoscope Sunday
tag 3 Lovely Sunday Quotes
tag 4 Sunday Whirl
tag 5 Issa's Sunday Service
tag 6 Sunday In My City
tag 7 Silly Sunday
tag 9 Straight Out Of The Camera Sunday
Today is #80 in the series Sunday Savvy; revisit Sunday Savvy #79 share a Sunday inspiration with me email me post a COMMENT or post a URL
Saturday, September 21, 2013
1282
Linking today to Six Word Saturday AND Back Linking to Paint Party Friday
...its comfortably warm this morning, not yet too hot, and sunny; i'm reading 'Life of Pi' by Yann Martel (a book club recommended novel - which means other persons in my book club are also reading this) i've gotten through more than half, my favourite quote so far is from [page 6]
"The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity — it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud."
...so i decide to sit outside this morning, (i'm an 'empty nester' so my time structuring is very much mine) Wow! my blessed sixties; my son and daughter, out on their own; my grand daughter will be one year old next month; i'm truly and humbly thankful for today, and yesterdays.
on the front steps ants crawling
--gillena cox
Friday, September 20, 2013
1281
quickening steps
before a downpour...
the stealth of clouds
--gillena cox
Linking today to Recuerda Mi Corazon - Haiku My Heart Friday AND Sky Watch Friday
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
1279
left behind...
the wetness and
fallen ixoras
fallen ixoras
closed umbrellas
closed umbrellas..
azure skies
covering bird songs
--gillena cox 2013
Linking today to Ruby Tuesday Too AND TextureTuesday AND Tuesday Muse
Monday, September 16, 2013
1278
sunlight
stripping trees of silhouettes...
Ave Ave
--gillena cox
Linking today to Recuerda Mi Corazon - Mornings With Mary AND Hello Monday AND Monday Mellow Yellow
Sunday, September 15, 2013
1277
How do you make the flowers bloom? The sweetness of an allamanda, hides in the yellow paint of her essence. I'll capture this. I know i can. I'll share the secrets of her being.
-- gillena cox
Linking today to Recuerda Mi Corazon - Post Cards From Paradise AND Five Sentence Fiction
Sunday Smiles
tag 1 Shadow Shot Sunday
tag 2 Kaleidoscope Sunday
tag 3 Sunday Scribblings
tag 4 Lovely Sunday Quotes
tag 5 Sunday Whirl
tag 6 Issa's Sunday Service
tag 7 Sunday In My City
tag 8 Silly Sunday
tag 9 Straight Out Of The Camera Sunday
tag 10 Magpie Tales
someone said to me
that i looked very pretty...
Thank you i replied
-- gillena cox
Today is #79 in the series Sunday Savvy; revisit Sunday Savvy #78 share your Sunday something email me post a COMMENT or post a URL
Friday, September 13, 2013
1276
STONE PILLOWS
The dimensions in magic, intrigue the newbies at the
school. Used to being the center of attraction at fairs and bazaars, ringing a bell out there in the avenue to pay their way through an eek of mere sustenance, only to weary and move on. The stains of wind-carried offerings to remind them of their last stop. Ah but winds of change held the answer all along.
thunderstorm...
under some dreams
stone pillows
--gillena cox 2013
(last night's thunder showers proved to be the inspiration for my late response to this week's Wordle 125)
Linking today to Paint Party Friday AND Recuerda Mi Corazon - Haiku My Heart Friday AND back to SundayWhirl Wordle #125
Thursday, September 12, 2013
1275
directing clouds
into angelic beings...
imaginings
--gillena cox
Linking today to Share The Joy Thursday AND i heart macro AND back-linking to Monday Mellow Yellow AND later in the week to Sky Watch Friday
Monday, September 09, 2013
1274
rainy morning...
under the paperweight
doodles
--gillena cox
Linking today to Mornings With Mary at Recuerda Mi Corazon
Sunday, September 08, 2013
1273
in the shadow of
a wildflower...
my gaze
--gillena cox 2013
Linking today to Shadow Shot Sunday 2 AND Recuerda Mi Corazon - Postcards From Paradise
Saturday, September 07, 2013
1272
bougainvillea...
jeweled flight of
a hummingbird
--gillena cox
Linking today to Six Word Saturday AND Pink Saturday
Friday, September 06, 2013
1271
each chime
a reply to the wind...
the morning tuned
--gillena cox
Linking today to Orange You Glad Its FridayAND Recuerda Mi Corazon Haiku My Heart Friday
Thursday, September 05, 2013
1270
sushi restuarant...
one of the servers
wears a hijab
--gillena cox
Linking today to Thursday's Challenge theme - WOOD
Tuesday, September 03, 2013
1269
emblazoned on
red ixoras...
near midday heat
--gillena cox
Linking today to Ruby Tuesday Too AND Texture Tuesday AND Tuesday Muse AND Our World Tuesday
Monday, September 02, 2013
1268
night stars hidden...
flavours
of breakfast
--gillena cox
Back Linking to Shadow Shot Sunday 2 AND Linking to Monday Mellow Yellow
Sunday, September 01, 2013
1267
Linked today to Sunday Whirl Wordle #124; read the other Wordles here
An inky sky, to sway webs, light as feathers whirling close to stars, where sparks, splintered from oiled wheels of day and night, no doubt somersaults; a scarlet arrow shoots a hole through the abyss where wet surfaces of ocean murmurings dared to ripple; like moonlight over lost intergalactic asteriods
staccato treetops...
the spiral sounds of
helicopter flights
--gillena cox