The wish for history and past thought
Steers him to the exposition
Wandering from room to room
Like a man in a museum
Eyes captivated by so much
Ancient issues, he muses
Why is this day so long
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anyone can write; am i a poet? you decide
The wish for history and past thought
Steers him to the exposition
Wandering from room to room
Like a man in a museum
Eyes captivated by so much
Ancient issues, he muses
Why is this day so long
© gillena cox 2025
Although the future gathers in vine, bush, and tree: Persimmon, walnut, loquat, fig, and grape; still, Aesop's fox cared not for tomorrow, but only for the destruction of his opponent's now
Imagine looking at a lush bunch of green grapes and calling them sour! Left to me i'd ask to sample one before purchasing, not relying on or accepting his lie.
Fruit and nut although delicious ingredients for a Christmas black cake, i relish the rum, ceiling in the flavours, adding a much cherished, umph!
Don't jibber jabber,
It's World Steelpan Day,
Send a greeting,
Beat a pan,
This musical instrument,
Is here to stay.
Listen to some steelpan music
I know you will like it.
Dance, dance, dance, it's good exercise;
It's World Steelpan Day,
Don't jibber jabber.
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walking in sync
two bestfriends
returning from school
the shadows beside them
seem to melt away from
a high tiled wall
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Rain Forest Trek
Sneakers treck through the rain forest
Eyes a wandering through the tree tops
What's that sound we want to know
In the city we do not hear this
The marvel of the monkey ladder vine
From ground to the trees grows strong
Strong enough to become furniture
To listen to your guide is wise
For some of these plants can grab and hold you
Never wanting to let you go
But its okay to breath in the sweet
Fragrance of the incense trees
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Last year, i bought a pair of silver sandals.They glitter in the sunlight. I admire my own feet with toes also painted silver.
This obsession with silver is not new. I suppose it will carry on long after the pair of sandals are no more wearable.
a long time ago
the pair of silver bracelets -
my husband wore one
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Magnificat of Morning - A Fold
Morning bespoke of bird song,
Wends her way in andante strides,
What could ever go wrong?
Sunrise, moonset, is morning's magnificat
As we know, bespoke of bird songs;
Fantasy of the earth standing still
Has been sipped like fine tea in long,
Pandemic permission curtailed days,
Still, will not cower to the fiction,
As Covid spanned its own season,
Even to morning bespoke of bird song.
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