Bright And Yellow
It was like any other morning
When i opened the front door
But this morning above a roof
Across the street
The Yellow Poui tree was in bloom
It was late March almost April
Hmm i said to myself
My friends in the colder climates
Are experiencing their season of Spring
And today three days into April it is
Bright and yellow
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A Mermaids Gain
My mother a mermaid bless her fins,
Gave birth to me on a moonlit night at a traveller's inn,
There were scurrying feet,
And water boiled and drinks served neat,
She thrashed about for all the pain,
But smiled in the end for i was her gain.
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Option...
Here is one, here is another. Though they are found some distance apart, the lesisurely walk along Maracas Beach in new flip flops close the distance between finds.
The tiny shells we pick up are halved and empty and halfway buried in the sand. It is a fun pastime, though.
Chip chip is delicious when curried, so i have heard, time and time again, but i have never eaten this much talked about dish.
a nagging hunger
lets go to get bake and shark -
now all of us smile
© gillena cox 2025
Truth Be Told - A Fold
They never believe me, why oh why?
My twin sister she is pretty, confident
In the way she spreads her mighty lie,
Mischief and misinformation, she,
Scattering these seeds, why oh why?
Am i ever an existence sturdy and strong?
To bend under the weight of a fly?
Perhaps i am intangible,
Could that be the reason why?
They hate me like bitter medicine,
Consumes tall tales of my twin sister, why oh why?
© gillena cox 2025
A Heartfelt Prayer
Engrave your whistles morning birds,
So every clock is useless,
And let me awake to your hirds,
For dawn is always more or less,
That invitation to all the words,
Spoken from the a sunless,
Sky waiting for when moon,
Vanishes behind cloud curds.
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Image courtesy dVerse poetry pub
All the fires of red calmed
She sits demurely
Confident of her power
To lure him away
From the one who loves him true
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Heart Unclassified - Fold
There is no dewey decimal system in my heart:
Neither are memories jumbled nor labled,
At clouds in slow motion i can shoot a dart,
Under a sky where destined birds fly;
Absolutely, no dewey decimal system in my heart,
Neither is it mixed or melded,
I can still taste coconut tart;
And rosebud still open in sweet fragrance,
And betrayal is stamped with ink indelible's art ,
Its all there a science project of suspension;
No need for a dewey decimal system in my heart.
© gillena cox 2025
