Monday WRites 36

APPLES AND ORANGES
Apples:
sweet, red;
bobbing, not sinking, floating;
water, barrels, bazaars, boys; smiles, girls
pretty, stylish, flirtatious;
standing, eating;
Oranges.
APPLES AND ORANGES © gillena cox
[a diamante first published at Wordchimes dot com 2008]



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image courtesy The imaginary garden


AUTUMN LEAVES
Where is everyone?
Leaves rest
On the park bench
To pattern loneliness

Leaves rest
Colours
Infuse the Autumn park
Chilled wayfarers move on

On the park bench
a still life
talent of the wind
With masterful strokes

To pattern loneliness
Filling the park
With riotous surreal warmth
Of fallen reds oranges browns
AUTUMN LEAVES © gillena cox

Written for Margaret's
Artistic Interpretations

Challange: to respond with an original poem to images posted

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GRACKLE
I love the grackles
with their sleek black shiny coats
Black satin in motion

They hop skip rest
On my wall, looking
with their side-placed eyes

Sometimes i hear
A sort of buk buk buk
I'm not sure really

Sometimes
I think it's chuk chuk chuk
But always, i know

There's a grackle on my wall
We meet eye to eye sometimes
in a friezed stare, in a dance of minds
GRACKLE © gillena cox


Written for Susan's prompt
Midweek Motif ~ Animation

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HI
We all do it don't we? The wave
Parting of the elemental particles
Clearing the unseen paths
Shushing the chatter unheard
That's the wave
Then another responds. Hi
Claiming the voice of the shushed
Ones, penetrating the opening
In the curtain just drawn
Channeling a flow of connection
The wave
You and I, I and you
Generating thoughts before words
Find their way across borders
Sparks of electricity rush
In nanoseconds
Moving at the speed of light
The unassuming, simple, wave
Of the hand
It's magic, you know
HI © gillena cox

Written for Marian's
The Tuesday Platform its open mic

Monday WRites 35

Not sharing a poem today; happy about by new children's book, now live, "The Little Seed and his brother"
Available from the publishers/online bookstores



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