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 Posey

Yellow ixoras you stay open,

Once bloomed, through day

And through night;

Sleepless under Caribbean skies,

In your sweet umbrella forms,

Put you in a posey,

What would you represent?

Loveliness, continuity, happiness,

hopeful, joy, alluring

Ay yes, 

I know, you would be enduring. 

© gillena cox 2025

BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH 

 Peonies? Lily-of-the-Valley? Pick your posey!

 

REVISIT TO READ

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20160922
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Monday WRites 314

 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).

Welcome to Monday WRites # 314: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.

Ah September and the weather here in T&T brings stormy days. With roofs blown off, flash flooding and trees falling. Yet we cling to hope and resolve. I have chosen yellow as the colour representing hope in my post today.

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BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH

Mosaic Monday #146: Hope

AND

 

Quadrille #135: Shake that Poem Groove Thang

Quadrille - groovy

Let me bring you my yellow groovy,

Better than any boring movie.

Lets dance baby in yellow sunshine,

Today is special to moo, cows, and moonshine. 

And with silver linings at dawn,

We shall wrap ourselves warm. 

This poem writes itself,

  A magical  elf.

Quadrille - groovy © gillena cox 2021

REVISIT
chant for hope 2021
hope in today 2020
hope and renewal 2019
a hope lies in 2018
something called hope 2017
hope and recovery 2016

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Monday WRites 312

Red Ixora

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).

Welcome to Monday WRites # 312: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.

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BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH

Mosaic Monday 

Mosaic Monday # 144: Stonehenge Montana Style 

AND

 

Quadrille #134: We {heart} poems

Heartily i will laugh at tomorrow 

Sweetheart here is my treasure 

For tomorrow reoccurs 

Like a nose growing longer 

When will i see you dear heart

Tomorrow and a day 

Wistfully and heartfully i give 

My words to you 

A poem penned  just for you 

MY TREASURE © gillena cox 2021

REVIST
This heart...
between heart beats...
Maybe A Poem Sweetheart

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DAWN: MAKING MYTHS [8]
"She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless she persisted" I can still hear those words echoing in the caves of Lockdown, near Pandemic. What a show off, this ventriloquist, Dawn (harbinger of new day) throwing her voice to bird song, whistles and twitterings.

Time and time again; the scares, the bullying, the trepidations would come up against her. "Regress into the shadows of night! Eat the moon! and there, stay!"

Yet, she had this streak of Ixora-ness in her genetic makeup, this staying power, this openness while others slept. Her persistence annoying to even the dreaded Covid19.

morning awakens -
Ixoras in the garden
they never sleep
© gillena cox 2020


REVISIT
MAKING MYTHS [7]
MAKING MYTHS [6]
MAKING MYTHS [5]


Blog hopping today with

Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #12: Nevertheless, She Persisted


AND

Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon.” - Mizuta Masahide

Poetics
Now I can see

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ON KARMA
A tiny ixora floret drops to the ground
It is neither Winter Fall nor Spring here
It is what the wind does without a sound
It calls to me after the deed is done
Look there, an ixora on the ground
Stalk to petal, tips painted, same colour
Which act was first? colour, fall, wind-bound
Which one started it? Where will it end?
Ah! there it is fragile, found
Maybe at the tip of some poet's pen
Is there kharma in an ixora lain on the ground
ON KARMA © gillena cox 2016


written for prompt #3 at Prompt Nights
Nothing haunts quite like Karma