Thursday, November 16, 2023
Wednesday, November 15, 2023
1119

Old Ideas About Avacado
I leave my avocado to ripe,
Wrapped in old newspaper;
Who does that?
I do!
Why? i have no idea;
Its just the way i saw things done,
And i continue to do it too.
I'll then slice it up
Add lime to keep it yellow
Then mash it on to my toast
Yum!!!
Monday, November 13, 2023
1118
Photo by De Jackson courtesy dVerse poetry pub
Poetic Moon
Should all the adjectives be
As comely as me?
Describing, prescribing quality
No even asked for necessarily
Who howls at a round moon
If not a wolfish banter too soon
Released to a sultry night
Or even might
There be a dreamer coining words
© gillenacox 2023
Thursday, November 9, 2023
1117
Chains
chai in his hat
sic
ha
cha cha cha
sin as an
aha
ha
chins a sac
inch inch inch
© gillena cox 2023
Tuesday, November 7, 2023
1116
Visa Card
My smile is as broad as it is wide,
Its perfect and its genuine,
'Somewhere in the future'
The signpost reads.
All my books are in every bookstore,
And kids say look mum
I want this one;
Mum smiles too, as she reaches for her visa card.
© gillena cox 2023
Monday, November 6, 2023
1115
A Secret Wish
She; across the seas, had heard about this relative since she was knee high. They said he was a tyrant and a boisterious no good fellow. He valued only his opinions and thought that he alone should have a voice.
She left him high and dry. Search high search low, he couldn't find her - his wife of three years. Three years was more than enough time for her to admit she had made a huge mistake. She made good trusted friends, saved some money and found herself somewhere else to live.
Here she was in the big apple for the first time. It was November. And her curiosity proded, to see this creature everyone wanted to stay away from. One of his wife's friends reluctantly agreed to take her there; but in her mind she was thinking, snow would be the easy way out.
© gillenacox 2023
Thursday, November 2, 2023
1114
Quietly Away
She set sail into that ether sea
With nary a goodbye nary a wave
Seems she knew there had to be
More than this earthly green cave
Prayerful countenance compare
Non to be as she was dear
The smell of bread baking follows me,
Ever to every bakery where,
Non can acheive her fait accompli;
My mother now rests at peace.
© gillenacox 2023
#Elergy for my mother - Mrs Mary Mitchell; (30th May 1930 to 7th July 2021)









