Saturday, August 27, 2016


Sweat nestles between my breast,
Drips down from hair to ear.
A crisp cut is hidden on the breeze,
Before the heat, sizzles brain cells.

Thinking expands: to clouds shared,
By me, by you, by everyone of us;
Whether we are out in the new sun,
Walking in old sneakers, or,

Planning to buy new ones.
So another day, when the car
Is parked at the mall,
Looking down on the scenic view,

Trying to click a photo,
Of the then setting sun,
Oh, but there's nor enough space
On the phone, too much data.

New sneakers have been bought
Nonetheless, for walking
In the crisp morning air.
And the sweat will nestle

Between my breast, and drip
From hair down to ear.
TO WALK MORNINGS © gillena cox 2016

Blog hopping today at
Prompt Nights – A photograph is but a memory in raw format – [26]

“Whether he is an artist or not, the photographer is a joyous sensualist, for the simple reason that the eye traffics in feelings, not in thoughts.” – Walker Evans


[my song choice for your listening enjoyment today]