Then One Day - a quadrille
Pressed petals distort the glamour
of courting years,
When words were fresh and unfurled with such ease,
The ghosting of love poems,
Matched his vanishing.
She wasted years, wasting away;
Until one sunny day,
Shielding her eyes from the sun,
She ventured out resolute.
Then One Day - a quadrille © gillena cox 2023
REVISIT
20160523
Memories Echo Their Truths.
It seems so very long ago; guess because it really is. Faces of two small children and a husband and i, filled this space called a home.
Spilled toys out of place to adults, but just where they should be to kids. Paint brushes, pencils drawing papers on the dinner table. That's not where an adult should leave them. Well anyway it's not what adult husband and father in the house thought.
Seems things were always out of place, but really, they were all in place, in time, in a harmony juxtaposed with the way it was and should be.
Now a lot of space fills that space; and memories echo their truths. Time was back then; when family was scribbled in the mind of a father, a mother, a daughter and a son.
raindrops echo
the music of today -
what of tomorrow
© gillena cox 2023
BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
AND
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
