Tuesday, September 24, 2024

1215

[image courtesy dVerse poets pub]

An Autumn Fold

What have  i heard of Autumn?

Leaves fall, they bare the trees.

What is this Season's anthem?

 Colours! brown, orange, red, and

Yellows too;  i 've heard of Autumn.

Some poets mourn, some celebrate;

Meeker morns are a humdrum,

But the berry’s cheek is plumper,

Don't lose hope, or hit rock bottom,

Though now the rose is out of town,

Ah, the sentiments i've heard of Autumn

© gillena cox 2024

NOTE
Lines 7, 8, and 10 contain words from Emily Dickinson “The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry’s cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town.”


Monday, September 23, 2024

1214

[image courtesy dVerse poetry pub]
What do i know of equinoxes. I live in a clime where seasons are Dry (January to May)
 then Wet (June to December) But strange overlaps occur. Days thunders into Dry, and drought-like
days seep into Wet. But we, here in Trinidad and Tobago, are not the only ones marking these topsy turvy days.

I suppose equinoxes will remain stable, even though the scientist and climate observers question, will there be clear delineated seasons in the future?

Meanwhile i sit in my backyard at dawn; once there is no rain, and watch the stars, (before day saunters in) some twinkle, some don't.
The bold-facedness of a cat!  stalking through my back yard and slinking through the gate.I have no pets..

twenty-one stars counted -
the way Vivaldi knew it
seasons are destined

Thursday, September 19, 2024

1213

 Morning Speaks Softly

When overhead sky is blank of cloud,

And morning birds dot its reserves,

Tree branches are sure to observe,

There is no need of noises loud.


And life to witness sunrise is proud;

More breaths are added now to this curve,

Paint all faces to worship and to serve,

When overhead sky is blank of cloud.


Creation wrestlles to discipline its crowd,

Not because they so deserve,

Rather that they may conserve,

There is no need of noises loud.


When overhead sky is blank of cloud,

Another dash of light and dark to swerve

There is no need of noises loud.

© gillena cox 2024


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Tuesday, September 17, 2024

1212

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Dream Rescue  - A Fold
Inbreath, what a handsome angel,

He flew into my plight, bringing

Just the right solution, the right gel,

Sweetening a tired night's dream;

I leave behind, a handsome angel,

Colours so intense are stressful,

One can fall into a pond pel mel,

Like the little adventurous Alice girl,

It's child play like Farmer In The Del;

O fantasy! whose reality are you

To craft such a handsome angel?
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Monday, September 16, 2024

1211

[image courtesy dVerse poetry pub:Max Ernst, Une Semaine de Bonté, 1934, book illustration]

 Vampire quadrille

insatiable to warmth and life,

monsters of night bringing strife,

for their cold rapport no sunlight,

only discord to warrant fright,

a click of fangs,

to soothe their pangs,

these bloodthirsty beings of dark,

even the ravens will cry out, hark!

beware the night!

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Thursday, September 12, 2024

1210

 Solvitur ambulando – A Fold poem

we went through our neighbourhood walking

and praying it was all so natural

no one had to ask another calling

through the telephone what time will we start

it was tradition through our neighbourhood walking

singing praises in the streets on liturgical occasions

pre -covid days were all about scheduling

there was much more projection in our tomorrows

whether we made it through living or dying

then came the disrupter wielding mask and distance

upsetting our neighbourhood walking

© gillena cox 2024

Thursday, September 5, 2024

1209

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Heat Tableau


Why is it today?

my entire  soul,

being a-ruffle,

as the rain leaves us,

to scorch and to burn.


victim of climate 

changing its wary

ways; hotter than hot,

rainier than wet

days, of yesteryears.


the noisy fan whirrs,

i scribe words to soothe

my new discomfort,

of climate days changed,

and yet still changing,

oh what a challenge.

© gillena cox 2024

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