Tuesday, April 23, 2024
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Monday, April 22, 2024
1167
Earth We
Technology rewards us with conversations and closeness. We share like and subscribe. We zoom, link up and link in.
little square boxes
of people chatting online -
a live meeting
But what about our natural environment. The destruction is overwhelming. Building crumble like the tossed paper balls of am irate writer. Machine guns and tankers deface the landscape. Where are the trees? The earth cries as blood is spilt.
TV screen shots -
the anguish of a mother
as her child goes limp
The fishes in the sea; who cares about them as trash finds its way from rivers and streams to its depths annoying sea animal and plant life. Fishes must be crying too.
feet along the sand
plastic bottle clean up -
here's a garbage bag
© gillena cox 2024Thursday, April 18, 2024
1166
Never Ending
A circle has no ending
It just goes around and around
Such is this mystery mesmerizing
An echo without sound
It just goes around and around
An infinite measure of sky
An echo without sound
And through it time flies by
An infinite measure of sky
Such is this mystery mesmerizing
And through it time flies by
A circle has no ending
Never Ending - a pantoum © gillena cox 2024
Tuesday, April 16, 2024
1165
Tell Me
What would i do without you bird song?
You; clock of the dawn so well sung
Where would i have been this morning?
Had i not opened a window to let God's breath gently filter in
It is the stuff of mundane things;
Like the eyelids in blinking,
That makes for a wondrous chink
Understanding of energy don't you think?
© gillena cox 2024
1164
Let Down Your Hair
Friday's proposal
to the day around the corner;
Let's relax, let our hair down,
Drink a toast,
The week has come to an end.
Saturday is waiting
In the shadows,
With her empty basket,
To market to market,
The mangoes and pineapples
We'll buy.
© gillena cox 2024
Thursday, April 11, 2024
Friday, March 29, 2024
1162
Bing AI created this image for me. I then used picsart to add a filter...
Unfailing Mercy
Every flower as it unfurls,
Is a sign of,
God's love for us as it unfolds,
With each new day;
Every bow arranged in colour
After the rain
Spanning the sky from cloud to cloud
Adds a promise
Of God's mercy unfailing, and
Redeeming grace.
Unfailing Mercy © gillena cox 2008
first posted at Wordchimes
a minute poem (8484/8484/84)
Read also Ps. 103
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Tuesday, March 26, 2024
1161
The automatic doors open,
You are swallowed like Jonah
In the belly of the whale
Only here, you get to pick the meat
Off the teeth in the jaws,
Grocery shopping in a cool space;
You shop according to colour,
Or you shop according to taste,
The cashier ask you to tap or insert;
Paper receipts shuffle out of the device,
The automatic doors open,
You are outside in the glaring sunlight,
With a plastic grocery bag,
Having left the ground floor of the building.
.© gillena cox 2024
Monday, March 25, 2024
1160
Blossom Speak
This year i see the yellow patches on the mountains. I spot the pink infloresence around the Queens Park Savannah and i exclaim as i always do.
We are in Holy Week the week leading up to Easter, when i think, every said poui tree on the island would exclaim here i am in blossom speak.
In your clime you talk about cherry blossoms at the same time here in my clime i speak of poui
from the car window -
craning my neck to view
pink poui blossoms
© gillena cox 2024
Thursday, March 21, 2024
1159
Tuesday, March 19, 2024
1158
Rain On A Clear Day
On a clear cool day,
Why this needless nuisance of rain,
Past rooftops, routing a straigth path
Down from free fleecing azure.
Who cares? cause the windows are shut;
Maybe every engaging human,
Has had wholly enough,
Of outside influences.
So they therefore shut in
All casual coincidences of life
Leaving legacies of strife to
Flowers free on the meadows
© gillena cox 2024
Monday, March 18, 2024
1157
The Trees Wore Scarves
My friend, one of the Adult Literacy Tutors; invites me to an afternoon in the Botanical Gardens to witness some of her online students read in person. So i go along, and i have a heart-warming time; meeting new people old and young, from all over the islands; sharing snacks and listening to splendid readings.
ALTA Online is an interactive, web-based programme of literacy instruction built around Caribbean life skills content and designed for independent use by persons aged 9 and over.
There were also options for authors to read as well: A source of inspiration and encouragement for students in the programme.
scarfed trees -
applause rise and
gusts of wind
© gillena cox 2024
Thursday, March 14, 2024
Tuesday, March 12, 2024
1155
Monday, March 11, 2024
1154
image created for me by bing AI
Though all of the names swallowed up by the cold left a bitter taste on her freezing lips; still, she remained adamant. She was not leaving without her best bud her friend of first school days.
She was determined to search this wretched unknown territory; alone if she must, unshod if she had to. She would find him.
Her backpack felt even heavier than when she had zeroed in from earth with all of its wars and changes in climate. She didn't know what season she had reached in this unknown star. There was no inkling in this wasteland of emerald sky, yellow dust and red rocks.
She had never thought to pack a paint brush or colours.
©gillenacox2024
Thursday, March 7, 2024
1153
Suitor by Lawrence Alma-tadema from a google search
To where do rosebuds traverse
If not in the sequence of verse
In the intentions of our universe
Already fixed to no reverse
Why then suitor, romancer, do worse
Than a heart wounded or curse
As bended knee rises another to converse
With same adoration so perverse
© gillena cox 2024
Tuesday, March 5, 2024
1152
Bing AI created this image for me
Now She Is Grown
when she was young and
but a bud she dreamed of a
brilliant sun on
her velvet petals warming
she though not of a
bush or shrub only blossom
beautiful no thorns
or raindrops heavy falling
nor ladybugs wings
now the sun and the moon stars
and planets exist
© gillena cox 2024
Monday, March 4, 2024
1151
Thursday, February 29, 2024
1150
[photo courtesy Michelle Beauchamp at dVerse Poets Pub]
Everyday A Possibility
Life without regret
Opens the living to better futures;
Hope is not a resting place,
but a starting point - a cactus,
not a cushion, which encourages couch potatoes to rest on laurels;
No! hope can take wings
In flights of imagination,
Acting out hunches
Much like the poet, molding words
Into tangible responses to
Everyday possibilities
© gillenacox2024
Tuesday, February 27, 2024
1149
[Bing AI generated image]
Just A Leaping NonsenseA frog leaps into a pond
There is a splash
Significant enough to found
A poem so small in a flash
Haiku of Basho
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
When it is hot so
Hot you really want to make a dash
Save a notebook that was found
Or make potatoes into a mash
A poem leaps into a pond
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