Five Ways From Home
Red ixoras garland the front gate
Azure points a silent thumb there
Without wingspan of chicken hawks
Morning progresses to noon
A hot day in paradise
Seeking vittals go east
At the main road meditate
School days, work days, and errands
Traffic streams all day long with
Polite sunshine no honking horns
A westward argument wins
More narratives of high rise
Living spaces stepping up to sky
In tiny spaces of ascensions
Where modern living is easy
A magnetic pull secures
Opposites attract
The market places
Where lettuce and tomatoes
Absorb disciplined spaces
Sunrise escapades with
Early morning bird whistles
And cloud fancies
Prophecy of actions casual
To everyday necessities
© gillena cox 2026
I loved this. A philosophical note to it.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Petru
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I second the notion of no car horns!! Loved this poem about your home! Much love 💜
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Cara
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You truly observe with a poet's eye, Gillena
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Living spaces stepping up to sky
In tiny spaces of ascensions
Where modern living is easy"
Thank you for your appreciation Frewin
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Gillena, I love this glimpse in your part of the world. Lovely! 💙
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Punam
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