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RECOVERY
June 2001, surgery again, i had braved myself through the pre process, until the day scheduled.
Truly the loneliest feeling , is being wheeled into an operating theater

a fading image
the crucifix on the wall
that struggle to rise
swimming out of the nadir
of surgery into the light

clear azure skies
surely angels are watching
as i return
the familiar patterns
familiar shapes of home
RECOVERY © gillena cox 2015

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October 1976 my uterus was taken out, in June 2001 my ovaries were removed, on each occasion because of benign growths, in my abdominal area, the doctors reported, left alone could prove fatal.
The grateful aspect of this scenario is however: i had already given birth to a daughter in 1971 and a son in 1973. So i was already blessed with the charge of carrying two healthy children and being a mother.

edited to include: this is by no means a complaint; but rather, just info

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Written for Susan's prompt
Midweek Motif ~ Recovery/healing

Monday Writes 31

TEA AND IXORAS

Its Monday morning;
My hands sense the warmth,
From a flower patterned teacup;
I walk out to the garden,
To look at the ixora bush;
Between sips of green tea,
An orange coloured butterfly,
With shades of brown,
And spots of white,
Wanders across the bush;
Lightly stopping on a bloom,
Drinks deeply from a flower,
Then flits across to another,
Drinks again, then flits back
To the one before,
And does the same;
We breakfast, the two of us,
The butterfly and i;
Me sipping and watching,
The butterfly while feeding,
Applauding the ixora's nectar;
An ordinary scene,
A Monday scene,
From the theatre of sustenance.

[first published at Poemhunter dot com 2009]
TEA AND IXORAS© gillena cox



You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites ( musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea ).
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GRAB MY BUTTON
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Linked to Mosiac Monday

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where are they now
those caterpillars
having eaten
the last of
the green leaves

bare knobby stems
remnants of a once vibrant
plumeria

the way tired bones
joined in skeletal array
wait for med students
to count them

© gillena cox 2015


Written for the prompt by Gayle Walters Rose
'Jisei, Japanese Death Poems' - at

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CHOICES
To be or not, to do if i please
Inhale large gulps of twitterings
Exhale with its orangeness
Evenings, curving into silhouettes

To do if i please, to be or not
Butterfly wings over feverfew
No one planted, yet the wind
Takes credit for these things

To be or not, to do if i please
I'll paint skies in cloudy hues
Silver is the morning light
That glistens over silent dew
CHOICES © gillena cox

Written for the prompt
Midweek Motif ~ Choice

Monday WRites 30

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SHY MOON

I paint my face on a shy moon,
Hoping to draw from her a swoon;
Quiet there, among shadowy cloud,
This night, tis made no doubt,
For magical thoughts hence to tether,
Fantasy, which may forever,
Etch admonitions for wanderers,
Their faces turned to night lumineers.
SHY MOON© gillena cox



You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites ( musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea ).
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Silver edges a morning cloud,
A waxing sun so silent so slow,
Spider in her web-binous proud,
Patterns a song with threads aglow,

Patterns a song with threads aglow,
Like the lace of a ladies crochet edge,
To her signature hanky hidden below,
A trousseau awaiting a pledge.
© gillena cox 2015


Written for the prompt
Midweek Motif ~ Let your song be delicate

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Ixoras - hardy, hearty blooms; in reds, yellows, oranges and pinks to dismiss every gloom; they decorate my garden; they love the rain; more and more pop up, in the splendor of a sunny day after it rains; like tiny umbrellas they cluster together, bunches to delight every admirer. So i pick some, bringing delight to my table.

and i arrange them
with a snip of my scissors -
ixora pom poms
© gillena cox 2015


Written for
The Tuesday Platform