Quietly Away
She set sail into that ether sea
With nary a goodbye nary a wave
Seems she knew there had to be
More than this earthly green cave
Prayerful countenance compare
Non to be as she was dear
The smell of bread baking follows me,
Ever to every bakery where,
Non can acheive her fait accompli;
My mother now rests at peace.
© gillenacox 2023
#Elergy for my mother - Mrs Mary Mitchell; (30th May 1930 to 7th July 2021)
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Autumn foliage from Pinterest
Fall Is Not Just A Season
I remember falling in the street;
I was not dizzy, it was no treat.
Falling on the church steps,
Be assured, there was no vortex.
In the car park, after lunch;
And after such a good munch.
Street smart and healthy,
I remember falling.
© gillenacox 2023
Meloncholy Misery: Or The Scream In My Dream.
Dark place;
The stumble through dreamscape,
Falling falling dropping, into
Nightmare;
Scenes borrowed from screen dramas
Backdrop a canvas of muddy fright figures;
Suddenly, omnious weapon of death threatens;
Is this then the end, the way to go?
Steeped in despair,
Surrender should quieten this black soul of depression;
Only, the surpise of flight and a scream ensues,
The transport to reality hones questions such as:
Isn't this want you wanted when you decked yourself for a pity party?
How now then;
The unwillingness to accept the Fates' gift to nothingness;
Ah but:
Absolve, is a gift of guarding angels
© gillena cox 2023
Too much blood has been spilt;
Too much lives have been wasted.
Time to give peace a try;
Time to talk not kill one another.
Share a sapling to grow a tree;
Share a hug to comfort and soothe.
Make planet earth proud;
Make her wobble and spin happily
Sit at the table round;
Sit and sip with a sentence.
Change heal renew humankind;
Change for brighter histories and futures.
© gillenacox 2023
stirred emotions --
leaves go a-whirligig
in fall gangs of wind
© gillenacox 2023
##Since in my clime there is only Rainy Season And Dry Season i chose to write an ekphrasis, in the haibun form.
We swelter in a spell of hot days,
Not knowing what hell is, yet
Giving affirmation to heat and its ways.
Will our minds expand to set;
Standards, none of which exist?
Scientists warned of climate change,
But verily some insist,
That scripture seeks our spell to range,
Between good behaviour and bad;
All is lost are the sayers of boom,
Lets make their faces to look sad;
So we kill and ambush to our doom.
