For my Daughter
for this daughter mine
every day thanks is given
it was worth the wait
after nine months fattening
curious to see
will her smile be like mine or
will she have her own
after fifty plus years she
has grown so lovely
a happy birthday to her
gillena cox 2023
BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
© gillenacox 2023
22nd November 2023
Dear Yesterday
Please forgive me. I seem to have slipped into a crevice of time, to hide like an old fossil waiting for centuries to pass, knowing the wisdom of discovery is destined like the morning star.
What can i say i tend to be scatter-brained on those day when i deceide to let go of the ties of routine and become irregular like the fingers of climate change. Stoking fires in rainforests and flooding autumns with winter floes.
What delicious concoctions did the hostess shake up. Was there liquor at the dVerse bar to add to our fruit and vegetable palates.
Who came in first offering words to excite, enhance, or provoke the evening (or as time zones would have it the morning). Ah, here i am a dated day late, (but really only hours away) time zones again.
Please accept these few sentences, filled with the aplomb of your understanding that late too should be read with the joy in community and responding.
Your friend in poetry
gillena cox
BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
And
Cutting Sorrel
Being an empty-nester i do not make a fuss about Christmas anymore. But i do hold on to that one tradition of making sorrel.
I have been giving my granddaughter for the past few years, a bottle of sorrel, since she is old enough to drink it and like it. She is 11 this year.
And outside of the fact of being an empty nester, my adult daughter and son are peculiar eaters. No meat, peculiar about which carbs they intake etc etc. So there you have it. Christmas for me now is about the music, church, sorrel, and online poetry friends.
thankful for memories
toys and children's loud voices -
cutting sorrel
© gillenacox 2023
My sorrel recipe HERE
Old Ideas About Avacado
I leave my avocado to ripe,
Wrapped in old newspaper;
Who does that?
I do!
Why? i have no idea;
Its just the way i saw things done,
And i continue to do it too.
I'll then slice it up
Add lime to keep it yellow
Then mash it on to my toast
Yum!!!
Photo by De Jackson courtesy dVerse poetry pub
Poetic Moon
Should all the adjectives be
As comely as me?
Describing, prescribing quality
No even asked for necessarily
Who howls at a round moon
If not a wolfish banter too soon
Released to a sultry night
Or even might
There be a dreamer coining words
© gillenacox 2023
Chains
chai in his hat
sic
ha
cha cha cha
sin as an
aha
ha
chins a sac
inch inch inch
© gillena cox 2023
Visa Card
My smile is as broad as it is wide,
Its perfect and its genuine,
'Somewhere in the future'
The signpost reads.
All my books are in every bookstore,
And kids say look mum
I want this one;
Mum smiles too, as she reaches for her visa card.
© gillena cox 2023
A Secret Wish
She; across the seas, had heard about this relative since she was knee high. They said he was a tyrant and a boisterious no good fellow. He valued only his opinions and thought that he alone should have a voice.
She left him high and dry. Search high search low, he couldn't find her - his wife of three years. Three years was more than enough time for her to admit she had made a huge mistake. She made good trusted friends, saved some money and found herself somewhere else to live.
Here she was in the big apple for the first time. It was November. And her curiosity proded, to see this creature everyone wanted to stay away from. One of his wife's friends reluctantly agreed to take her there; but in her mind she was thinking, snow would be the easy way out.
© gillenacox 2023
Quietly Away
She set sail into that ether sea
With nary a goodbye nary a wave
Seems she knew there had to be
More than this earthly green cave
Prayerful countenance compare
Non to be as she was dear
The smell of bread baking follows me,
Ever to every bakery where,
Non can acheive her fait accompli;
My mother now rests at peace.
© gillenacox 2023
#Elergy for my mother - Mrs Mary Mitchell; (30th May 1930 to 7th July 2021)
[book image from google]
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Autumn foliage from Pinterest
Fall Is Not Just A Season
I remember falling in the street;
I was not dizzy, it was no treat.
Falling on the church steps,
Be assured, there was no vortex.
In the car park, after lunch;
And after such a good munch.
Street smart and healthy,
I remember falling.
© gillenacox 2023
Meloncholy Misery: Or The Scream In My Dream.
Dark place;
The stumble through dreamscape,
Falling falling dropping, into
Nightmare;
Scenes borrowed from screen dramas
Backdrop a canvas of muddy fright figures;
Suddenly, omnious weapon of death threatens;
Is this then the end, the way to go?
Steeped in despair,
Surrender should quieten this black soul of depression;
Only, the surpise of flight and a scream ensues,
The transport to reality hones questions such as:
Isn't this want you wanted when you decked yourself for a pity party?
How now then;
The unwillingness to accept the Fates' gift to nothingness;
Ah but:
Absolve, is a gift of guarding angels
© gillena cox 2023
Too much blood has been spilt;
Too much lives have been wasted.
Time to give peace a try;
Time to talk not kill one another.
Share a sapling to grow a tree;
Share a hug to comfort and soothe.
Make planet earth proud;
Make her wobble and spin happily
Sit at the table round;
Sit and sip with a sentence.
Change heal renew humankind;
Change for brighter histories and futures.
© gillenacox 2023
stirred emotions --
leaves go a-whirligig
in fall gangs of wind
© gillenacox 2023
##Since in my clime there is only Rainy Season And Dry Season i chose to write an ekphrasis, in the haibun form.
We swelter in a spell of hot days,
Not knowing what hell is, yet
Giving affirmation to heat and its ways.
Will our minds expand to set;
Standards, none of which exist?
Scientists warned of climate change,
But verily some insist,
That scripture seeks our spell to range,
Between good behaviour and bad;
All is lost are the sayers of boom,
Lets make their faces to look sad;
So we kill and ambush to our doom.
Shutting in or shutting out installed
Questions, those
Puzzlers, even
The mind most peacefully set, is enthralled.
© gillenacox
Way Of The Wind
Let's see how this chapter enfolds.
I've always wanted to go on a visit,
To see the age old cherry trees,
In the Japanese festival.
To catch a sakura petal in my hand;
Or bask in the tremendous splendor
Of flowers carpeting a wonderland.
©gillenacox
