Friday, January 10, 2025

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[Joan Miro art, from google.com]
In This Space 
With a boom, bang bang, boom; 
The Old Year’s gone away; 
To nothingness and night i pace 
Myself to sleep; to dream, to wander, 
For here is where freedom lies; 
My fairies, my guardian angels, 
My elders all gone before me meet. 
To dance, to win battles, to feast, 
To question and to promise. 

And in this space, 
Without the celebratory noise 
Trying to mark time into sections - 
For really, time only continues - 
It is the awakening, leaving the dream, 
That cuts through space and time. 
Helplessness of tying together time and realms - 
Maybe that is why 
We created clocks and calendars
© gillena cox 2025

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MTB: New and Old in a Palinode 
I included in my palinode
The Old Year’s gone away/ To nothingness and night “: John Clare “ The Old Year

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Tuesday, January 7, 2025

1239

[Micheal Sammut photography, silky owl butterfly courtesy dVerse poetry pub]


Silent beauty, Taenaris catops;
Do you sleep in the day like an owl ?
For only a short while your life hops,
Almost one third of a  year is enough.
Silky to the touch Taenaris catops,
Forest and marshes you inhabit,
For those mimicking eyes to pop.
Wouldn't you prefer meadow flowers?
Or sampling farmer's crops?
Or ravaging through farmyard sops?
Guess you are just Taenaris catops.
© gillena cox 2025

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Monday, January 6, 2025

1238

[image courtesy dVerse poetry pub]

 Rain and rain and more rain. To round off The Rainy Season, to add a contrast background to Caribbean Christmas trees sparkling and blinking, indoors and outdoors.

The choice to be festive like the Christmas trees transfering your hope into the radiance of lights, or go for the gloom the misty grey clouded mornings, seeping depressed days into the soul.

rainy season ending

with 9misty morning clouds -

Christmas trees blinking

© gillena cox 2025


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Tuesday, December 10, 2024

1236

[Michael Whelan, Lights(1991), acrylic on watercolor board – courtesy dVerse poetry pub]

  IN REFLECTING - A FOLD

Yet still i recall in reflecting,

As if at logger heads thunder clapped  

November streaked in lightning,

Despite her torrid weather,

I still do recall in reflecting,

Days of - will this never cease?

Still, trees are lit now and blinking,

The grinch, maybe was behind it all, 

With all his mischief making, 

Hope shines through in the end,

As still i recall in reflecting. 

© gillena cox 2024


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Monday, December 9, 2024

1235

 


BANG Quadrille

Christmas bells chime for me

Golden on my Christmas tree

With a ho ho ho and he he he

A holiday season oh so merry


Santa will drop by with a bang


Who will set the corn a-popping

Making loud sounds in the kitchen

© gillena cox 2024

      
   BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH 
Quadrille #214: Going out with a Bang!


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For the prompt, MTB: An Etheree Tree
after posting, days later the idea came to me to put the words of the poem on a photo of a tree, here it is on the tree


Thursday, December 5, 2024

1234

[Christmas tree photo gillenacox 2024]

                        With
                        baubles
                         beads and 
                      tinsel, our tree
                     of my childhood
                      days, sparkled and
                    glowed through angel
                   hair, everything factory
                       made.
                            

   A
 bit of
   angel hair
     adds to a tree
      a magical touch 
       only a child can see,
       like spider web; elegant,
       diaphanous and whimsical
       fa la la la la, la la la la, fine,
      fa la la la la, a delicate lace
   angel  
 hair
     
                  © gillena cox 2024


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