Tuesday, April 18, 2023
1036
WHICH VIEW
Outside courts inside
Inside courts outside
It is about the view
It is no barrier really
Whether closed or open
Whether curtained or draped
Which side is whichside
The opened window
The winds drifts in
The eyes drift outward
The closed window
Keeping the rainy day out
Bringing the view of raindrops in.
Which View© gillena cox 2023
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Monday, April 17, 2023
1035
REVOLUTION: a quadrilleBlue planet earth in her revolutions around god source sun chants her incantations.
Here's to darkness here's to light
coldness and warmth
Its power and might
She moves her hips,
Puckering her lips,
seduction of intense worth.
Round and round are nights and days
REVOLUTION: a quadrille © gillena cox 2023
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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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Tuesday, April 11, 2023
1034
[image from google]
POUI YELLOWNESS
Sun shines its contentment
Yellow poui trees bloom resplendent
Dotting the mountains
Enlivening Savannahs
Easter bursts in yellow splendor
As trees awaken to surrender
The torture of hot dry days
Witness every reason to amaze
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Monday, April 10, 2023
1033
Wishing all a Happy Season of Easter
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Given the line The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart. to use in a prose not more than 144 words
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THE VERY RIGHT MOMENT
The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart. I always wanted to hear those enduring words spoken softly like the twilight.
And here were we; candlelight and wine. And we eye to eye, misting up the moment.
This is when the words whirrled around in my head. He was swirling his wine, sniffing it before he drank I held my glass, watching him.
THE VERY RIGHT MOMENT#flash fiction
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Thursday, April 6, 2023
1032
Verses 1& 2 side by side 
Life's Like That: a contrapuntal poem
Verses 1 and 2
She scoops dirt around the broken sprig.
That should fix it.
Why did she ever think it would survive?
She whispered: you have to be tough little one.
The night wind was too severe
And so he had to call to break the date.
Her hopes would be shattered;
When he cancelled, he knew.
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Tuesday, April 4, 2023
1031
Sips Not Gulps
The birds and the dogs;
Songs and barkings,
Do they know the measure of
Sun rays blazing like unsheathed swords?
Now depression sings her loudest tune.
On some hot days.
When lethargy seeps into bones;
Like a drizzle gobbled up on the scorching pavement.
The atmosphere weighs heavy on
Thinking, capacity and capability.
Squashing reason, goals, and drive; like thin pastry mix.
Some days are good.
I can handle it.
Some days i'm in a pickle, in a fix.
Sip of water; not gulps, sips.
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Monday, April 3, 2023
1030
I wish upon a star,
My angels travel far.
I hear the moon is beautiful;
And sometimes wish i could,
See a closer view,
As only a zoom lens knew,
The beauty of sky land.
I wish upon a star,
My angels travel far.
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