Tuesday, March 14, 2023

1025

FROM MY BACKYARD
Late dawn, under a clearing sky,

I listen to bird whistles in my backyard.

Orange streaks, and linings silver, why,

There is every reason to gasp.

For morning has reached a clearing sky.

Hope smiles as moon lingers;

Orbits imagination to another try,

At authorship of cloud ocean and forest.

Wheels of toil, how they grind oh my.

Continuation whirls like everlasting;

To new day, under a clearing sky,

© gillena cox 2023


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How to construct The Fold Poem HERE and HERE

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Monday, March 13, 2023

1024


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dressed in my red tee

and denim shorts; i had to 

snap these lovely nuns

hot bright day the ice cream shop

near the park busy busy

 © gillena cox 2023

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Our challenge today is to use “In space in time I sit thousands of feet above the sea”
From May Sarton, “Meditation in Sunlight” in a short prose or flash fiction.

 SEPARATION: A CRUEL LESSON
It all seems like a dream. The years we were together. Breathing into each other's face. We were that close. You see one, you see the other.

When did the chasm create itself. Because neither one of us share a blame for creating it;  it just appeared, like magic. In space in time I sit thousands of feet above the sea; in deep concentration, meditating the chasm.

Some people say: angels appear in our lives to teach us certain lessons and they leave at an appointed time;  which is not the same as dying. But separation can be just as cruel.
© gillena cox 2023

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This is Monday WRites 386
You've heard about the Monday Blues 
well this is Monday WRites  (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 
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Thursday, March 9, 2023

1023


TRIPPING A FANTASTIC THRESHOLD

Yin lightness feathers infatuation

Tripping a lover over his charm

What cause is he of ardent attention

When is heart is worn on his arm


Yang his dark full shadowed passion

Wounds all in the way of his pride

Do lips cursing direction

Have the right of way to a bride


A trinity of themes and oneness

Cross all borders to stand

At the threshold of aloofness

Love plays every instrument in his band

TRIPPING A FANTASTIC THRESHOLD © gillena cox 2022


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Tuesday, March 7, 2023

1022

 


WORDON

I find an opponent,

Get a rack of tiles meant

To construct a word.

With my interest stirred,

If i use all the tiles,

 Play in fine style,

A bonus accrues.

Gift to my total ensues, 

Sometimes, friends i slay,

When  wordon  i play.

Wordon: a quadrille © gillena cox 2023 

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Monday, March 6, 2023

1021

 [image courtesy dVerse Poetry Pub]


First Blossoming Poui

Down town; what  saddened state of buildings

Decaying in years of neglect,

Right alongside new fashionable edifices.

Its almost too much to bear.

Oh! but first blossoming poui tree,

A reason to gasp in morning sunlight, resplendant of old days and new normal ways.

 First Blossoming Poui : a quadrille © gillena cox 2023

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This is Monday WRites 385
You've heard about the Monday Blues 
well this is Monday WRites  (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 
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Thursday, March 2, 2023

1020

[image courtesy d'Verse Poets Pub


RETURNED: a quadrille

Never good with goodbyes;

I much prefer hello's. 

So when morning light clears

 and i go to my backyard,

when i sit to watch sunrise.

 I will remember light you shone as a d'Verse poet

May the universe graciously welcome you back dear poet.

© gillena cox 2023


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Wednesday, March 1, 2023

1019

[image from  PINTEREST]

 IN FRIENDSHIP WITH AWAKENING: a quadrille

Sadness awakens me with overthinking and overhearing. 

What of dust settled after evening breezes of yesterday 

and  crispness of melon rind in wee hours of tomorrow? 

 We've watched helplessly 

as heartbeats erode sleep of predawn.

We now conspire to decipher time in silence. 

© gillena cox 2023

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The Challenge
... to pick an opening line from a blogger friend’s poem (with due permission/acknowledgement) and use it in your poem on friendship. Please use the line as it is anywhere in your verse. The form/style/length is up to you.

I have used the line "we've watched helplessly" excerpted from the poem Jan and Bo by Rob Kistner


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