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Wishing all a Happy Season of Easter

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Prosery: Valsa George-“The Accidental Poet”

Given the line The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart.  to use in a prose not more than 144 words

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THE VERY RIGHT MOMENT

The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart. I always wanted to hear those enduring words spoken softly like the twilight. 

And here were we; candlelight and wine. And we eye to eye, misting up the moment.

This is when the words whirrled  around in my head. He was swirling his wine, sniffing it before he drank I held my glass, watching him.

THE VERY RIGHT MOMENT#flash fiction

© gillena cox 2023

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Verses 1& 2 side by side

Life's Like That: a contrapuntal poem

Verses 1 and 2

She scoops dirt around the broken sprig. 

That should fix it.

Why did she ever think it would survive?

She whispered: you have to be tough little one.

The night wind was too severe

 And so he had to call to break the date.

Her hopes would be shattered;

When he cancelled, he knew.

© gillena cox 2023

Blog Hopping today with dVerse Poets Pub

MTB: Cleaving to Antonyms in Contrapuntal Lines

Blessed Holy Thursday to all

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 Sips Not Gulps

The birds and the dogs;

Songs and barkings,

Do they know the measure of 

Sun rays blazing like unsheathed swords?

Now depression sings her loudest tune.

On some hot days.

When lethargy seeps into bones;

Like a drizzle gobbled up on the scorching pavement.

The atmosphere weighs heavy on

Thinking, capacity and capability.

Squashing reason, goals, and drive; like thin pastry mix.

Some days are good.

 I can handle it.

Some days i'm in a pickle,  in a  fix.

Sip of water; not gulps, sips.

© gillena cox 2023

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 dVerse — Poetics — Menagerie

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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

BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH

Quadrille # 173 Zoom Poems

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FEVERFEW

A butterfly flits from yellow center to yellow center.

 Slurping in the joy of nectar hidden from unassuming faces;

While the grackle  hop skips pecking in the grass.

This grass need to be mowed.

When the mowing is done;

The butterflies will scallop along without stopping,

The feverfew flowers are no more.

Some call them wild dasies.

Enough rain, and they will for sure,

Popup again.

© gillena cox 2023

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 Poetics: Weeds Rule OK

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Earlier in the month, there was at the Nalis Port of Spain Library, an exhibition celebrating one of the oldest and dearest black box theatres, The Little Carib Theatre in Woodbrook. So i went and am only now showing some of the pics.  A little more about The Little Carib Theater HERE

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 Haibun Monday:3-27-23 Pressure

CHOICE: a haibun

At age 73 i have already reasoned with myself: you love yourself, you forgive yourself, you take care of yourself. You look yourself in the mirror and you say to yourself  - you are beautiful. You had better. For an emptynester waits on no one for comfort or courage for the day ahead. 

Those were the days. Ages ago there was no internet, no online poetry groups. No what's app or selfies and certainly no smart phones.

There was wine, prayer, scripture and Holy Mass. There was gym,  theatre, telephone dialed calls, good friends with cars and weekends from work to ease the pressure of managing as a single mother; when really a father still exists.

Then there comes the lull and the active days slither away. Some pressure meds made you cough. So you tell your doctor. I'm done with them. You make changes to your diet and words become your new bestie.

De Bussy or Bach -

sunny day with a rain tease

choice of music tracks

CHOICE © gillena cox 2023

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Blue Monday & Ruby Tuesday Too: Market

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"Earth was meant to be a happy place to live"

~ Gillena Cox  [page 13 - Third Planet From The Sun]

Third Planet From The Sun is available online from Authorhouse Book Store

 and also from Amazon dot com

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SUNNY AND BRIGHT: a quadrille

Dry season shift; hot bright dry days lace our forehead.

Sweat of time drips in scorching spread.

Celebrating our sunny days lead

To music and dance; happy without dread.

Brittle leaves crunch underfoot instead

Of silence; through the garden. 

Admiring flowers yellow or red.

© gillena cox 2023

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HAPPY INTERNATIONAL HAPPINESS DAY

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