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FEVERFEW

A butterfly flits from yellow center to yellow center.

 Slurping in the joy of nectar hidden from unassuming faces;

While the grackle  hop skips pecking in the grass.

This grass need to be mowed.

When the mowing is done;

The butterflies will scallop along without stopping,

The feverfew flowers are no more.

Some call them wild dasies.

Enough rain, and they will for sure,

Popup again.

© gillena cox 2023

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 Poetics: Weeds Rule OK

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Earlier in the month, there was at the Nalis Port of Spain Library, an exhibition celebrating one of the oldest and dearest black box theatres, The Little Carib Theatre in Woodbrook. So i went and am only now showing some of the pics.  A little more about The Little Carib Theater HERE

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 Haibun Monday:3-27-23 Pressure

CHOICE: a haibun

At age 73 i have already reasoned with myself: you love yourself, you forgive yourself, you take care of yourself. You look yourself in the mirror and you say to yourself  - you are beautiful. You had better. For an emptynester waits on no one for comfort or courage for the day ahead. 

Those were the days. Ages ago there was no internet, no online poetry groups. No what's app or selfies and certainly no smart phones.

There was wine, prayer, scripture and Holy Mass. There was gym,  theatre, telephone dialed calls, good friends with cars and weekends from work to ease the pressure of managing as a single mother; when really a father still exists.

Then there comes the lull and the active days slither away. Some pressure meds made you cough. So you tell your doctor. I'm done with them. You make changes to your diet and words become your new bestie.

De Bussy or Bach -

sunny day with a rain tease

choice of music tracks

CHOICE © gillena cox 2023

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MosaicMonday No. 24 

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Blue Monday & Ruby Tuesday Too: Market

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This is Monday WRites 388

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). 

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"Earth was meant to be a happy place to live"

~ Gillena Cox  [page 13 - Third Planet From The Sun]

Third Planet From The Sun is available online from Authorhouse Book Store

 and also from Amazon dot com

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Quadrille 172

SUNNY AND BRIGHT: a quadrille

Dry season shift; hot bright dry days lace our forehead.

Sweat of time drips in scorching spread.

Celebrating our sunny days lead

To music and dance; happy without dread.

Brittle leaves crunch underfoot instead

Of silence; through the garden. 

Admiring flowers yellow or red.

© gillena cox 2023

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MosaicMonday No. 23 

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This is Monday WRites 387

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). 

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HAPPY INTERNATIONAL HAPPINESS DAY

[International Happiness Day

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If you didn't join today's live meet you can listen to this

voiced version 

You can read  this piece  first posted  in 2020 

 in response to a dVerse prompt 'Prosery: Surprised or Not' 

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FROM MY BACKYARD

Late dawn, under a clearing sky,

I listen to bird whistles in my backyard.

Orange streaks, and linings silver, why,

There is every reason to gasp.

For morning has reached a clearing sky.

Hope smiles as moon lingers;

Orbits imagination to another try,

At authorship of cloud ocean and forest.

Wheels of toil, how they grind oh my.

Continuation whirls like everlasting;

To new day, under a clearing sky,

© gillena cox 2023

NOTE
How to construct The Fold Poem HERE and HERE

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 Poetics: Poetry of Place and Space

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dressed in my red tee

and denim shorts; i had to 

snap these lovely nuns

hot bright day the ice cream shop

near the park busy busy

 © gillena cox 2023

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Prosery:Meditation

Our challenge today is to use “In space in time I sit thousands of feet above the sea”

From May Sarton, “Meditation in Sunlight” in a short prose or flash fiction.

 SEPARATION: A CRUEL LESSON

It all seems like a dream. The years we were together. Breathing into each other's face. We were that close. You see one, you see the other.

When did the chasm create itself. Because neither one of us share a blame for creating it;  it just appeared, like magic. In space in time I sit thousands of feet above the sea; in deep concentration, meditating the chasm.

Some people say: angels appear in our lives to teach us certain lessons and they leave at an appointed time;  which is not the same as dying. But separation can be just as cruel.

© gillena cox 2023

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MosaicMonday No. 22 

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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). 

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WORDON

I find an opponent,

Get a rack of tiles meant

To construct a word.

With my interest stirred,

If i use all the tiles,

 Play in fine style,

A bonus accrues.

Gift to my total ensues, 

Sometimes, friends i slay,

When  wordon  i play.

Wordon: a quadrille © gillena cox 2023 

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 dVerse Poetics Playtime

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First Blossoming Poui

Down town; what  saddened state of buildings

Decaying in years of neglect,

Right alongside new fashionable edifices.

Its almost too much to bear.

Oh! but first blossoming poui tree,

A reason to gasp in morning sunlight, resplendant of old days and new normal ways.

 First Blossoming Poui : a quadrille © gillena cox 2023

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Quadrille #171: Poetry is a kind of Gasp

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RETURNED: a quadrille

Never good with goodbyes;

I much prefer hello's. 

So when morning light clears

 and i go to my backyard,

when i sit to watch sunrise.

 I will remember light you shone as a d'Verse poet

May the universe graciously welcome you back dear poet.

© gillena cox 2023

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An OLN Memoriam to Glenn Buttkus (June 14, 1944 – February 17, 2023)

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 IN FRIENDSHIP WITH AWAKENING: a quadrille

Sadness awakens me with overthinking and overhearing. 

What of dust settled after evening breezes of yesterday 

and  crispness of melon rind in wee hours of tomorrow? 

 We've watched helplessly 

as heartbeats erode sleep of predawn.

We now conspire to decipher time in silence. 

© gillena cox 2023

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Poetics: Friends in Blogosphere

The Challenge

... to pick an opening line from a blogger friend’s poem (with due permission/acknowledgement) and use it in your poem on friendship. Please use the line as it is anywhere in your verse. The form/style/length is up to you.

I have used the line "we've watched helplessly" excerpted from the poem Jan and Bo by Rob Kistner

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