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Memory is the happiness of being alone. ― Lois Lowry, Anastasia Krupnick

[image from google]

I Do Miss - Fold

The smell of freshly baked bread,

Still haunts me in a pleasant way,

And the comic books i read,

And swapped, those were fun,

I miss, smell of freshly baked bread

I think the most, from my growing up,

All these reveries carried in my head 

They keep me busy enough

I luv my aloneness but instead

Sometimes folks question my aloneness

Yes i do miss, smell of freshly baked bread

© gillena cox 2025

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I wish upon a star,

My angels travel far.

I hear the moon is beautiful;

And sometimes wish i could,

See a closer view,

As only a zoom lens knew,

The beauty of sky land.

I wish upon a star,

My angels travel far.

© gillena cox 2023

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This is Monday WRites 389

You've heard about the Monday Blues 

well this is Monday WRites  (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 

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[Yanda cutting her cake at her birthday dinner November 2021]

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prosecco gets the nod,

for a child carried in the womb, in the heart in the mind.

and she greying, now a half century old, 

who can sit at table with her, and not give the nod

to  prosecco?

the night is cool, the salmon baked,

the stories: some of praise, some of struggle, some of mischief

all of wondrous miracle.

there's a sunflower on the cake

a real sunflower

no-one will eat that, the sunflower i mean;

along with the yellow roses, big and bold,

thanksgiving and heartfelt gratitude is

lifted to divine source.

i am a mother, happily so.

© gillena cox 2022

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REVISIT
gratitude 2020
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['Contemplating Peace Carolyn M. Abrams Art' from google]

OF PEACE
The wings of the butterfly are not still
They are white, flapping in the breeze
The colour of the sky is not overcast
It is the azure of a bright sunny day

The absence of birdsong is not disturbing
It is fleeting and transient
They will be there again maybe in a second
Maybe in an hour, who knows

The quality of peace is not turmoil
It is the assembling and arranging
Of everything into a channel of hope
Of gratefulness and of satisfaction
OF PEACE © gillena cox 2019


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29 May 2017
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Monday WRites 200

For today's mosaic 'Clouds And Mountains' i used 2 photos taken in 2016 and 2 taken in 2019. Places: St James and West Moorings.

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[the Chocolate chip cookie bowl is from google dot com]

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A toast to the highest mountain stilled to be faced, we can ace this, all we need are syllables, cookie cutters and counters. Or maybe kigos, cutter words kurumi and contemplation

a swift draft of wind -
under the basho wild vines
clutching tall grasses
© gillena cox 2019

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[Long Circular Road viiew, St James 2016 - gillena cox]



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8 April 2015

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[image from Bing dot com, fair use]

YE OLE CINEMA REELS
Pit; they shouted and swore,
Too much, times some more.

House; heads leaned on shoulders,
Every now and then, whispers.

Balcony; turned up noses,
At House and Pit, holy roses!

Yuck! retreating darkness from;
Chewing gum,

Stretching from your soul,
Oops! i mean, sole.
YE OLE CINEMA REELS © gillena cox 2018


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REVISIT
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not what...
...dark hall

Monday WRites 156

these are hot hot days
before the rains tumble in

they are back again

having their fill
of caterpillar delights
from the Plumeria
A FEASTING TIME STORY © gillena cox 2018

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HAPPY MONDAY wishing all a time of peace and hope. For some a time of remembering solemnly
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Will link to imaginary garden.

Tuesday Platform


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28 May 2017
Garden Morphs
where are they now


Enjoy The Music

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[image from pixaby dot com]

TIME WRITTEN IN SAND
At center, core place of wisdom,
Where seateth cadi and conspirator,
Life thrums cords, to flow streams
Of tiny worlds in suspension

Monuments dissipate, age upon age
In snail like pace, beneath stunning sun
And whispering moon unheard;
Simple sacrifices to unsuitable deity

Its much more complicated, dare to say
When ceremonious juggle of bone,
And grit, wager for satiety, at the cost
Of barriers and borders embroidered.
TIME WRITTEN IN SAND © gillena cox 2017


Revisit
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Get Listed!
Titles inspired by the poetic words of William Butler Yeats has in turn inspired Kerry to present us with 2 lists of words. We were challenged: Use a minimum of THREE words (or derivatives) in a new poem on a subject of your choice. Additionally, you may choose further words from these two sources.

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Sweet my soul in soaring flight
Hidden in your word of life

Stay mountain, stay cloud
This word I must sing out aloud

Pause a moment wish that star
For it's shinning in realms afar

All of me reaching out to thee
Echos returning your love for me

Alleluia Alleluia
Alleluia


ALLELUIA © gillena cox 2016


Written for
Midweek Motif ~ The Song of a Single Word

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UNWRAPPING
Crinkling noises, crystal clear, like cellophane wrappings
Tug at my heart strings;
Where once, Cupid's arrows whizzed past in a frenzy of kisses;
So steaming hot, this February month,
When all of passion's senses rush by, in finely powered sugar;
Sweet are the clouds, sweet the air,
Intoxicating chocolate lovers, to bated breath awaiting
Smiles, in red rose petals;
Hinting at always, and evermore, to waltz in the bliss
Of perfumed thorns, no one realizes;
With just a slight tug of ribbon, the memories escape.
UNWRAPPING © gillena cox 2016


Written for Prompt Nights [6]
– To Love would be Sublime

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image from google dot com


SHORT VISIT
Protest peeks through the keyhole
For a view of larger 'why didn't they answer'
Why did't they let me in
See now, no one is about
Wait! is that laughter shelved on the mantelpiece?
I searched and searched a long time for this
See now, there it is
Yet, no one is about
Laughter will warm their hearts, when they return
My footsteps retrace to another pace
Where solitude taps its name on the keyboard
And words toss back and forth like ebb tide
When the song of the ocean soothes the soul.
SHORT VISIT © gillena cox 2016


Blog hopping today at
Prompt Nights – A Cup of Nostalgia [4]


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Bits of Inspiration ~ Keyhole

159

STARRY STARRY NIGHT
on a cold wintry night
sparks of his historical birth

warmth of innocence that night
touched every grain of desert sand

a saviour there lay at night
happy the word for his coming

silencing the winds of the night
into the light of a thousand stars

yet brighter shone in the night
his manger star a guiding light
STARRY STARRY NIGHT© gillena cox 2015


Written for Kerry O'Connor's prompt
In A Grain of Sand ~ Micro Poetry



The object of this challenge is to write a poem in no more than 10 lines... The subject matter is left wide open, but bear in mind the 'In a Grain of Sand' angle.