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 Becoming

In the perfect stance of dawn,

I lay, listening to the silence

Of day, gathering her thoughts,

Planning her statements,

For a span, destined already as good.

She is writing her love song,

To woo world to awakening,

A world she loves so deeply,

With all her heart and might.

Words come easy, for such

A lover she, whose ultimatum,

The sacrifice of mercy for life,

Preens under a waning moon.

Unfailing, though chameleon,

She stays her course.

For that is her nature, abiding,

And sure as sunrise in its glory.

 © gillena cox 2019

[first posted here]

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OPEN LINK NIGHT #337"

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[Image from google]

MUSIC OF A DREAM

Call the genius out

Listen to him spout

The questions already answered

The music already mastered

Life in a bottle he says

Is anticipation in a stream

Tapping to the music of a dream

Call the genius out

Listen to him spout

The grant of three wishes 

On a sunny April afternoon

© gillena cox 2023

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To use two titles from a given list of Linda Perry's albums. 

I used in my poem 'Life in a Bottle' and 'Sunny April Afternoon'

Poetics: Let Music Speak

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All photos by gillena cox

[pink poui first posted HERE]

The poui trees are singing again their song of blossoming. It's the season of Easter here in T&T; and somewhere, in the northern hemisphere my poet friends are exclaiming the delight of Springtime

[yellow poui first posted here]

After days on end of hot hot scorching sun; sky decides to bless us with some cooling rain.. "You're welcome"

After which the mountains i view from my front door are lush and green. Meanwhile in  the northern hemisphere my poet friends are exclaiming the delight of Springtime

[pink poui first posted here]

From my backdoor however, i look to sunrise and everyday birdsongs, as this is the way of my clime here in T&T. Meanwhile in  the northern hemisphere my poet friends are exclaiming the delight of Springtime and a return of birdsongs.

the opened door - 

a white butterfly 

flirts  across my view

© gillena cox 2023

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Haibun Monday: Late Spring

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yellow poui first posted HERE

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Ixora was first published HERE 

 I am not attending the live meet today; but here is a voiced version

please enjoy

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OLN April 20th 2023

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REVOLUTION: a quadrille

Blue planet earth in her revolutions around god source sun chants her incantations. 

Here's to darkness here's to light coldness and warmth Its power and might

 She moves her hips, 

Puckering her lips, 

 seduction of intense worth. 

Round and round are nights and days 

REVOLUTION: a quadrille © gillena cox 2023 

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Quadrille #174: You say you want a revolution 

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POUI YELLOWNESS

Sun shines its contentment

Yellow poui trees bloom resplendent

Dotting the mountains

Enlivening Savannahs

Easter bursts in yellow splendor

As trees awaken to surrender

The torture of hot dry days

Witness every reason to amaze

© gillena cox 2023

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Everything yellow

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Wishing all a Happy Season of Easter

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Prosery: Valsa George-“The Accidental Poet”

Given the line The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart.  to use in a prose not more than 144 words

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THE VERY RIGHT MOMENT

The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart. I always wanted to hear those enduring words spoken softly like the twilight. 

And here were we; candlelight and wine. And we eye to eye, misting up the moment.

This is when the words whirrled  around in my head. He was swirling his wine, sniffing it before he drank I held my glass, watching him.

THE VERY RIGHT MOMENT#flash fiction

© gillena cox 2023

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Verses 1& 2 side by side

Life's Like That: a contrapuntal poem

Verses 1 and 2

She scoops dirt around the broken sprig. 

That should fix it.

Why did she ever think it would survive?

She whispered: you have to be tough little one.

The night wind was too severe

 And so he had to call to break the date.

Her hopes would be shattered;

When he cancelled, he knew.

© gillena cox 2023

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MTB: Cleaving to Antonyms in Contrapuntal Lines

Blessed Holy Thursday to all

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 Sips Not Gulps

The birds and the dogs;

Songs and barkings,

Do they know the measure of 

Sun rays blazing like unsheathed swords?

Now depression sings her loudest tune.

On some hot days.

When lethargy seeps into bones;

Like a drizzle gobbled up on the scorching pavement.

The atmosphere weighs heavy on

Thinking, capacity and capability.

Squashing reason, goals, and drive; like thin pastry mix.

Some days are good.

 I can handle it.

Some days i'm in a pickle,  in a  fix.

Sip of water; not gulps, sips.

© gillena cox 2023

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I wish upon a star,

My angels travel far.

I hear the moon is beautiful;

And sometimes wish i could,

See a closer view,

As only a zoom lens knew,

The beauty of sky land.

I wish upon a star,

My angels travel far.

© gillena cox 2023

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