Buenos dias,
When did night creep in
Like a stallion's gallop,
Hope can swim too,
Even if butterflies are end product,
Run run skip hop jump,
The reason romance fails is,
The heart always never wins,
Where goes greed?
Tomorrow,
To another man's party.
© gillena cox 2026
Stone soup,
Ever the lie of travellers,
Hungry on the wellbeaten paths
The nerve of pages to hold solid
Ever existing, read and reread
Cooked in community
The commas between puns and similies
The question marks at the end
Of each ingredient lesson
The innate message carried
Cradeled as lullabyes
In the early evening;[
Stone soup,
Who can eat that.
Only the sharp minded
Spinning myths to a community of strangers
Hungry for the generousity of a blessing
Maybe stone soup can be shared to understanding
Maybe stone soup can be eaten to satisfaction
© gillena cox 2026
Here Comes The Bride
Time was when i sang in the senior choir at my church. The choir is still in existence, only i do not sing anymore.
In those days we had choir practise, at the old church weeknights. And on a Sunday morning we sang at Holy Mass.That was before Covid19.
We sang too, at funerals and at weddings. In those days, i loved weddings. Now too, i still love weddings.
happy bride and groom
yet some people sniffling -
weddings make me cry
© gillena cox 2026
Dense intense vibrant reds
Hold the garden inbreds
Very much like the crowd
At a football match loud
Enough to be seen yet and
Bold as the fervor of passion
Sharing the frenzy of the match
Less rowdy always sedately watch
© gillena cox 2026
He of the talent of words,
His is the greatest protest,
Please, give us your fervor
Of the fondest amor - love,
The steepest mountain climb,
The coldest winter morn,
In agreement of seasons
But no, it is never so,
So clever is he, protesting.
© gillena cox 2026
Daylong
wishing it was still yesterday
i closed tightly shut my today
in daydream
at times the dawn is late coming
with herald birds sweetly singing
it's daylight
wings flapping in pairs and in threes
flocks fly high above the tall trees
look! daymoon
lingering still amidst the clouds
sentient being yield to clouds
at daybreak
gratitude is all that we need
nourish our thoughts for this seed
through daylong.
© gillena cox 2026
