A Mermaids Gain
My mother a mermaid bless her fins,
Gave birth to me on a moonlit night at a traveller's inn,
There were scurrying feet,
And water boiled and drinks served neat,
She thrashed about for all the pain,
But smiled in the end for i was her gain.
© gillena cox 2025
[challenge : to write an imayo themed rock; 4 lines of 12 syllables with 7/5 portions]
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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Those mornings when the rain is hidden in forecast of the night passed; I go outside early to pull up a chair sit in my back yard and watch the daybreak into a splendid today.
I sit in the coolness of the morning in the tender gray, I swim undisturbed. My thought freely connecting with bird songs; caws, whistles, sounds new and old.
Soaking in the aroma of flowers in the crispness of a new day before the butterflies come out to play.
© gillena cox 2022
CORONA COCOON
To dawn i bow in deep respect
The action of hope in effect
Again engines are rumbling
The wheels of industry turning
Traffic jams in the streets piling
Return to old can we accept
The new normal landed for sure
Oh it was so quiet before
When we hid in our homes or
Just stayed indoors because we wept
Family and friends swept away
A wave called corona keeps all at bay
Yet with vaccine and caution may
We creep out of cocoon adept
© gillena cox 2021
REVISIT
23 September 2017
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