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ORANGE BUTTERFLY
orange butterfly -
flight of fanciful thoughts spin
the stuff of dreams

"Ah I see you have cut off your dread locks. You look very handsome. I was just about to get dressed for church. Would you like to go to church with me. We can carry the gran with us. I will have to get her ready though.

I have never seen you with your hair cut this low. Do you remember when we first met? Your hair was styled in a blown out Afro. You looked handsome then too. But I like this older more somber, matured look.

After being apart for so long and living with this longing to see you, it was so shocking to see you in grey dreadlocks. I had seen photos you sent to your mother when the dreadlocks were still young-looking.

One of your friends had met me on Frederick Street one day. She told me she had seen you in Brooklyn and she was shocked at how old you looked. She said,she had stopped to talk to you and when she was finished talking to you and walked away. Her little grandson of five asked her. Granny is that your grandfather. I smiled at that story. Still not in my wildest imaginings ever thinking I would see you looking this way.

I couldn't grieve at Uncle Lincoln's funeral. Not because I wasn't sad at his passing. No, not so at all. I couldn't grieve because I was so happy to lay eyes on you again. Isn't life strange? A happy family - was that too much of me to ask of life?
Maybe this was your uncle's way of saying to me I know how much you love your husband. Be happy. Don't be sad."

The light of morning is my gift on returning from dreamscape; where colours are real, only more intense and longing is etched, only deeper.

a watering can -
enough water filled to clean
bird crap off the steps
ORANGE BUTTERFLY © gillena cox 2017


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the sky is full of clouds today

at the fair i watch the stick fluff out
into pink puffy cotton candy delights

when i tasted morning
the air was still except for
its report of birdsongs
© gillena cox 2017


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March 9th 2015

366

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LASH BACK
see him, scourged so lowly
see him, crowned with thorns
see his cross, now holy

see me, under The Blood
see me, in my life of mercy
see me, praising joyfully

dare you look, can you see?

blinding are shafts;
of despair and defeat
LASH BACK © gillena cox 2017

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Revisit
7 March 2016

365

early blooms daub in pink

an azure sky is witness
to this a lovely scene

forecast to Easter
to brightness
and new beginnings
© gillena cox 2017

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March 6th 2015

364

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SILLY GIGGLES
We giggled in theater halls, small stifly giggles;
giggled in church pews, sweet santified giggles;
giggled in scourching sun with sand between our toes;
beach towels large and spread , beneath sea grape trees
giggle still do we, now that we've grown old.
SILLY GIGGLES © gillena cox 2017

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HIGH FIVE
Pale blue skies, clearing into morning. Green trees and masqueraders wearing the colour: jouvert-morning-fun. Its Monday of Carnival 2017. I talk to a jouvert masquerader, happily, covered in mud and paint. Why am i not in the band? Why am i standing at the corner? Been there done that. She gives me a high five and continues dancing away to catch up with the rest of the band.
HIGH FIVE © gillena cox 2017

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KIND AND TRUE
If Snow White's stepmother was kind and true
Who would she be talking to?

a. An oval mirror in the white room
b. A new wildflower today's bloom
c. Exoplanets circling a new bright star
d. Dwarfs and Leprechauns near and far
KIND AND TRUE © gillena cox 2017

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Revisit
23 Feb 2015