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Let  Them

Let them smirk

I will write

Let them whisper

I will publish

Let them laugh

I will read to delighted children

Let them rag

I will read my poems to adult fingers snapping

Let them sink low

I will rise, rise, rise

© gillena cox

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“Let Them” Write Poetry

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Down the concrete steps.  I would sit in the outside kitchen, in a corner, on a wooden stool. And you standing in front of a hot stove, stirring your pot. You would share your stories of growing up, without a mother, who died early  in your life. Leaving you like a mother  to your brothers and sisters. But these stories were told in  a matter of fact mood. That was how it was. There was neither anger nor regret intoned.

how lucky am i

to be privy to your life -

now you too have left

© gillena cox

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  Haibun Monday 5-25-26: Remembrance

Link any poem of your choice

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[image from Pinterest]

He said he could play the flute

I thought he was being cute

And what of steelpan

He said of course he can

With his sister playing the lute

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 OpenLinkNight #408

Link any poem of your choice

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 Please, Behave!

When he picked her up,

Tossing her above him,

Ovehead held there,

[Marc Chagall, La promenade (The Promenade) (1918), oil on canvas, courtesy  dVerse Poets Pub]

Her only thought was,

Please please,

Don't let my bloomers show,

My father would never approve

This kind of behaviour,

Please please,

Oh wind oh wind, behave!

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 Don’t box me in

Write an Ekphrastic poem about one of the given paintings

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 Shane

My pet of high school days,

Would stand by me in so many ways,

He walked me to the bus stop,

And waited my return,

How did he know when i would be home,

Shane - my pet my dog my pal,

What a pal!

© gillena cox

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 Quadrille #248 – This One’s Gone to the Dogs 

44 words poem

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 [The Dreamer,” an oil painting by Caspar David Friedrich from the period 1820-1840, ]

To Sleep

Night is generally for sleeping

I toss and turn

Close my eyes, then open them; peeping

Again pull up the covers; durn

If its too hot like; roasting

I pull them down again; stern

My opened eyes espy; the dark's  in

I think may be a nightlight; kerne

Or a glass of water; pouring

Or a dream; yearn

But first to sleeping

For there are no daydreams at night; learn

© gillena cox

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 Unlock with lists 

Writing List poems

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[image courtesy dVersePoets Pub]

Childhood friends those two

When everything spelt anew

Stood at the window

Observing all below

Never was their laughter few

© gillena cox

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  Poetics Tuesday: What art says 

artworks by Indian artists given ; to write a poem inspired by any one

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