Thursday, January 27, 2022

884

 

MAKE SOME MUSIC

I suppose on a sunny day

Buds glance a ray

Skies of azure

There be colour


However bright the pencil point

Words can anoint

A story told

In format bold


So wander not to far afield

Keep both eyes peeled

Voice those sad songs

To eager throngs

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Tuesday, January 25, 2022

883

[image from pixabay]

WHOLENESS

All the people i have met

In a lifespan designed

They have shifted sand

Beneath the toes of evenings


Relationships ebb leaving

Longing sighs and tender looks

Angry suns burnish cool skin

To an already cinnamon glow


In truth each day is a universe

In which we are tangled in the light 

Of stars only wanting to be 

The natural twinklers we are

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Monday, January 24, 2022

882

A mosaic of some of the cards i received in 2010 Year of The Tiger card exchange
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❧✿❧A look through the window In wet weather 
pinwheel jasminesshiver through gentle breezes -drizzle follows
Then in sunny weather like today, a mockingbird might skip along the cut lawn. Its scent  drawing  her in?  Her eyes can see a pecking ground from afar.© gillena cox 2022

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Wednesday, January 19, 2022

881


THESAURUS

The weight of words is surely 

Heavily loaded unto those of us

Earning a light passage of seemingly

Shallow phrases wrought from

Afternoon tea and cookies

Unless we search deeper and

Research our terms keener

Useless reckoning will befall

Such poets of lazy mettle

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Monday, January 17, 2022

880

MOI?

"Me? Why me of all people. Why do i have to leave my house to go on a picnic. The last time i did such a thing my children were toddlers. My husband was smitten with me and the Hollows was as green and eco friendly as God's Paradise. So why now. Why this. Do you owe me a favour i do not know about."

"And bring no book, for this one day We’ll give to idleness." He said. 

And i muttered is he some kind of poet nut or some such sort?

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Thursday, January 13, 2022

879


MARKET PLACE TALES

 Tattletale and Fish scale

Found themselves at the market place.

Tattletale was the one to speak,

There be herrings? let me sneak a peek.

Fish scale, no one wants to take home.

These days of the busy buyers aplomb.


The pumpkins were  rough and pulpy and round. 

Buyers all wanted a cut or a pound.

No one stopped to listen to Tattletale;

Always one for gossip and ale.

Fish scale decides to play it cool,

Laying on the surface of herring smooth.


I'll take the whole fish!

Was a buyers wish,

Who grabbed a cut of pumpkin for soup,

This left Tattletale in a bit of a loop.


Everyone so busy

No time to listen

To gossip or to tales,

Masked buyers at the market space,

For these be pandemic days. 

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Tuesday, January 11, 2022

878

[Yanda cutting her cake at her birthday dinner November 2021]
prosecco gets the nod,
for a child carried in the womb, in the heart in the mind.
and she greying, now a half century old, 
who can sit at table with her, and not give the nod
to  prosecco?

the night is cool, the salmon baked,
the stories: some of praise, some of struggle, some of mischief
all of wondrous miracle.

there's a sunflower on the cake
a real sunflower
no-one will eat that, the sunflower i mean;

along with the yellow roses, big and bold,
thanksgiving and heartfelt gratitude is
lifted to divine source.

i am a mother, happily so.
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