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
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]
BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITHTake a four line alternate rhyme scheme– it’s a steal
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
© gillena cox 2023
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.
© gillena cox 2023
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]
BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH DVerse
OPEN LINK NIGHT #337"
[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
BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
To use two titles from a given list of Linda Perry's albums.
I used in my poem 'Life in a Bottle' and 'Sunny April Afternoon'
