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 Garden Sighs

Pity; i cannot follow the butterfly,

From the yellow to red ixora, aye!

I walk to the bougainvillea,

Its bracts oh so magenta,

The cherry has no fruit now, oh my.

© gillena cox 2023

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Questions of Night - a quadrille

Sliver of moon, 

Conscious sky,

Behoved of wanting to smile, 

 Absence of stars,

Unyielding to  gentle breeze,

Silhouettes of trees 

Need your light:

Hush of night, 

Absent bird songs;

Will these hours linger into

 insomnia

Will dreams come to capture 

Longing of human hearts

© gillena cox 2023

 

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Happy September

You've heard about the Monday Blues 

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September Castles by Peter Davidson

First hints of our condition manifest:

Spite in the wind, mist-gauze across the moon,

Light chill, the spider’s filaments, blanched grass,

And two days as warm as the south change nothing at all.

A morning comes when you know this cannot end well.

Soon it will be no time for gathering in gardens

All too soon, my dears, it will be the weather

For Brahms quintets, for leaves drifting triste past the windows

Of those in their rooms alone for the duration,

For whom this is no time to build. Those now alone

Are going to remain so through this estranging season

Of reading, of writing emails as detailed as letters,

Of watching dry leaves grow sodden on empty pavements.

Rilke said this in lines that I last read in Edinburgh

With my most beautiful aunt in her later age

When, many things gone, she remembered those verse in German.

I got this poem from HERE

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I had  thought of wearing a dress, with shell pink flowers. Then at the last minute because i choose to wear the high heels with a green strap, my dress choice had also to be changed.

They exchange vows in a small church and everyone is delighted with their young love and so many balloons used in the decorating

Then off we go, to the wedding festivities, which will continue for hours.

the road curves -

the drive from the wedding hall

 blue moon following

© gillena cox 2023

 

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LAST MONDAY OF

AUGUST

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A Piece Of Cloth

Sometimes signals, symbol of victory,

Sometimes bends to wipe tears for territory,

Wetting itself to make us happy,

Polluted some time due to creepy,

Hiding the quarrel behind as door screen

Also faces sunshine with reflecting harming beam

Healing cuts and pain, converting to handkerchief,

A Piece Of Cloth by Abhilash Patra. Read the whole poem at poemhunter HERE

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TOMORROW

First posted HERE
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Somber Evening

The past remains,

While scent fades,

For the empty bottle,

A work of art to throttle

Imagination sculpted.

Romance secure buttons,

Passion only unbuttons,

If somber evening bottled,

Lingers to long to be poured.

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Unresolved
She wanted pineapple

Not green banana 

They bought from the market a bandana

A head cover to go to the chapel

He asked them to drive him

He didn't care to walk

All they did was stand and talk

A ploy to annoy him

© gillena cox 2023

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The Meeting by Harriet Monroe, (1860-1936)

The ox-team and the automobile
Stood face to face on the long red road.
The long red road was narrow
At the turn of the hill,
And below was the sun-dancing river
Afoam over the rocks.

The mild-mannered beasts stood par, chewing their cud.
The stubble-bearded man from the mountains,
Rustier than his wagon,
Unmoving eyed the proud chauffeur.
The little ragged girl,
With sun-bleached hair,
Sitting on a hard, yellow-powdery bag,
Looked across at the smart motor hats of the ladies,
And their chiffon scarfs
That the light breeze fingered.
The proud chauffeur blew his horn,
But nothing moved –
Except the foaming, sun-dancing river down below.


Then he jerked his head,
And turned the wheel,
And slowly, carefully,
The automobile moved back over the long red road.

And the mild-mannered beasts lifted their feet,
And the stubble-bearded man flipped his rein,
And the ragged little girl looked ahead up the hill,
And the ox-team lumbered and limped over the long red road.

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