Monday, November 21, 2022

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She posted pictures of herself, the children grown, and the grandchildren. Smiles, hugs, fights, puppies and school activities. We all welcomed these pleasantries and looked forward for more.

But that year when she posted the reddening leaves of her maple. I felt a little jealous. You see, the old mango tree across the street from my house, was never going to perform such a feat of glory; still  its green leaves cling. And in my backyard the yellow leaves fallen after the rains of the night before, from the plumeria was of no consequence to an autumnal seasonal change.

clear morning sky -

a dampness on the paved walk

smell of petrichor

© gillena cox 2022



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Monday WRites # 372

 HAPPY NOVEMBER 
You've heard about the Monday Blues 
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Friday, November 18, 2022

988

[To Mark Let the poetic sound of moons and stars invade your night thoughts to give you sweet dreams always for in your dreams lies the happiness you truly want. hope you enjoy the book Michelle ]

GOODNIGHT MY SWEET

Shall i describe my moon to you,
Unlike that dame living in a shoe?

It's good to be under the open stars,
I' m surely nowhere near mars.

But is not your moon my moon?
Ah! to see you close i swoon.

For i read from pages of love,
And yearn for your tender love.

Just the way it used to be, sweet.
Goodnight my love until we meet.

GOODNIGHT MY SWEET © gillena cox 2022


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Tuesday, November 15, 2022

987

 NO DECEMBER!!!
November knows what no 

December will bring.

An extra early January 

With a loop in between.


No one wants this.

Not Santa. Not the elves.

No ho ho ho;

 No Christmas trees.


No gifts; no carols. 

No parang in T&T

No sorrel; no black cake.

No dawn – no dusk – no proper time of day 

No! No one wants this.
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Monday, November 14, 2022

986

[in this ixora mosaic -ixora flowers and fruit - from my garden]

IXORAS NEAR THE WALL

Morning prayer,

A withered indigo sky

Backdrops my breath.


To spruce up my vision,

I exclaim "a deer?"

Mists shadow imagination.


Disowning fetish

Of juniper berries,

Ixoras acclaimed


Near the wall.

Bright yellow, even before

Midmorning sunshine.

IXORAS NEAR THE WALL © gillena cox 2022


QUADRILLE - WINGED

Turning the corner,

Into the dusty lift of

Pigeons winging up,


Pink feet tucked under,

Loud flapping sounds,

What a nusiance


To people with bare faces!

Now that masks

Are casual wear. 


Do they care?

Those pigeons do

As they may.


They are pigeons. 

QUADRILLE - WINGED © gillena cox 2022


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Tuesday, November 8, 2022

984


THAT MOON 

Shining through, the lonely lady of night

Like a cyclops, sees

Every indecent proposal

Posted to a disgusted face.


Under the cherry moon, one bright

Spring night, she tossed a rose

To the heap awaiting garbage disposal.

You see it was a case


Of unrequited love; how wrong so right,

There the meaningless token,

Awakening no arousal

Of appreciation for a vase,


Was cast away out of her sight.

Cocktail breathed a sigh of relief,

The color of night was lethal,

An assault of sensitivities at base.


Fifty shades of grey just might

Be, the perfect hue of that moon global.

THAT MOON © gillena cox 2022

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 Given this list of razzies to include one or more in a poemShining Through (1982)The Lonely Lady (1983)Under the Cherry Moon (1986)Cocktail (1988)Indecent Proposal (1993)Color of Night (1994)Showgirls (1995)The Postman (1997)Battlefield Earth (2000)Swept Away (2002)Catwoman (2004)I Know Who Killed Me (2007)Fifty Shades of Grey (2015)

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Monday, November 7, 2022

983

[image courtesy dVerse]

Stars never it seems stay still. All their twinkling are for nursery rhymes and astronauts

She liked the months of October and November. The brilliant reds oranges and yellows and then the decaying browns

All of this was to her a statement of skeletons; the caw of blackbirds and the future of red cardinals against snow

Colour held its theater of life and death by the throat and its choreography of light and darkness in  nimble piroettes

‘In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems.’
© gillena cox 2022

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A HAPPY NOVEMBER 
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