Who Am I
I am, whom the wind caresses
At dawn, while the birds whistle,
Flying in pairs or groups,
While i stand at the window
Of my door, alone, watching.
At dawn, while the birds whistle,
Silently i offer oration,
To a God seen and unseen,
I have only to gasp;
At a new bud opened.
Silently i offer oration,
For this to my mind, is
Visible presence from,
An invisible watching presence.
I am, whom the wind caresses.
Who Am I © gillena cox 2024
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Quadrille Blaze
She dreamed of a life of adventure,
Climbing mountains, sky diving,
And such like;
If only she was born into a rich
Family she sighed,
Surely she could venture
Into unknown territory,
And be the trailblazer;
Super smart outgoing innovator,
What a poor thought!
© gillena cox 2024
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
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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
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
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
