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[Centennial Tree," by Andres Montie from google]

There she stood, such a weird woman; on this day without a date, on a back street, dusky. Who would have thought she was a poet extraordinary. Hers was the task of spinning stories, like those silent industrious spiders. Making magical, diaphanous threads of homespun words.

In every leaf hidden a line; verbs doing something; changing from green to yellow and such like. Every branch, a rib of a larger skeleton holding meanings, only the careful reader could translate. Such a weird woman mumbling; arms outstreatched pointing at a tree.

© gillena cox 2023

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Wishing all a Happy Month of May.

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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morning sky photo by gillena cox

TO SCULP MORNING

You left me taking away

Kisses sweet and long lasting

Thrust of your love gone astray

Banished to hours of longing

Gold clouds of sunset shape

An evening fit for a lover's plate

I supp on tears of ducting tape

Unable to fix this sad fate

A beautiful moon once acclaimed

Is lost to a hazy night's sky

Tonight again would've exclaimed

Were not his treacle words a lie

Ah, but dreams are locked out

For blissful sleep is more healing

Than wasteful time without a doubt

Doors against betrayal unyielding

Tomorrow's first bird song kiskadee

I can sing my name to

With poetic words I shall shape thee

Morning; joyful i will carve too

© gillena cox [written in 2022; edited for today's dVerse challenge, first posting today]

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NEST BUILDERS

Whistling together on the branch of a tree

Then sunset came around

Their song of you and i and we

Was hushed in tones of gold surround

Worn beaks that carried twigs and straw

Were want to silence in feathered breast

Oh sunset to us two, oh the awe

As if just to watch with no thought of rest

Tomorrow we continue in patterning sticks 

Tis hard works carrying to and fro

So that we can welcome  cute little chicks

We deceided we'd give it a go

The twigs crisscrossed like basket weave

We chirp well done until the little ones leave 

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Out there in land of sleep,

Fantasy awaits some we keep;

Forgetting night's dream

I awake, with a blank mind,

For a day that's kind;

With  vast  world  before me, 

It's happening can't you see,

There above us, oh so high,

Clouds mapping sky.

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[gillena cox photos]

 Becoming

In the perfect stance of dawn,

I lay, listening to the silence

Of day, gathering her thoughts,

Planning her statements,

For a span, destined already as good.

She is writing her love song,

To woo world to awakening,

A world she loves so deeply,

With all her heart and might.

Words come easy, for such

A lover she, whose ultimatum,

The sacrifice of mercy for life,

Preens under a waning moon.

Unfailing, though chameleon,

She stays her course.

For that is her nature, abiding,

And sure as sunrise in its glory.

 © gillena cox 2019

[first posted here]

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[Image from google]

MUSIC OF A DREAM

Call the genius out

Listen to him spout

The questions already answered

The music already mastered

Life in a bottle he says

Is anticipation in a stream

Tapping to the music of a dream

Call the genius out

Listen to him spout

The grant of three wishes 

On a sunny April afternoon

© gillena cox 2023

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I used in my poem 'Life in a Bottle' and 'Sunny April Afternoon'

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All photos by gillena cox

[pink poui first posted HERE]

The poui trees are singing again their song of blossoming. It's the season of Easter here in T&T; and somewhere, in the northern hemisphere my poet friends are exclaiming the delight of Springtime

[yellow poui first posted here]

After days on end of hot hot scorching sun; sky decides to bless us with some cooling rain.. "You're welcome"

After which the mountains i view from my front door are lush and green. Meanwhile in  the northern hemisphere my poet friends are exclaiming the delight of Springtime

[pink poui first posted here]

From my backdoor however, i look to sunrise and everyday birdsongs, as this is the way of my clime here in T&T. Meanwhile in  the northern hemisphere my poet friends are exclaiming the delight of Springtime and a return of birdsongs.

the opened door - 

a white butterfly 

flirts  across my view

© gillena cox 2023

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yellow poui first posted HERE