We are in the Season of Lent. The Carnival Season is over. A more sober mood of fasting and penitence prevails.
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Going…Going…Gone Poeming
22 Feb 2016
22 Feb 2017
...where is this poem going
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Prosery: The Song of Wandering Aengus

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WHAT IS A LOTUS
That love unrequited is a misnomer.
And nothing in life is free is scientifically correct,
That kindness is the lifestyle not everyone adheres to and love is patient, kind, and in no way judgemental is rock hard fact. That and so many gifts taken for granted: Bird song, Or light - cold as a shift shaping moon, Stars - alone like socially distanced beings in a pandemic. And sky the colour of blue we think.
"Ah - If I knew then what I know now" - should i be saying that today? knowing that i may edit, but i'm not the author of life?
Ah humility, ah gratefulness, ah a heart of trust and thanksgiving: these i need like air to breathe, that i may hope in tomorrow.
I will bloom to light
From muddy anchors rooted
every good i am
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TASTE OF BUTTERNUT SQUASH
I remember the taste of butternut squash,
Your roasted words scorching brain cells
Its really hard to add one to two, resulting
In minus one, three just doesn't add up.
There is always something wrong, when
The moon plays coy, hiding behind clouds
The night sky chooses to define as highlights,
Shouldn't there be a beacon drawing threads
Desire once weaved? silently, arduously, continuously
There is no cheese what ever its colour, in the taste
Of moonlight, watching, as ships drift apart,
In a sea, salty as if filled from mere teardrops.
© gillena cox 2021