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This Chair

This chair stood among the clouds,

Surreal and empty, tired from wandering;

You would think it didn't belong,

But it certainly did;

For what are spaces for,

If not to delete a void.

Every footstep in life to pilgrimage

The emptiness, the aloofness;

A chair without a table, resting now,

A chair without a sitter;

One wonders how not why,

How did it get here among clouds

Cumulus in thought,

Puffy with intent,

Alone  and surreal.

Every footstep in life to pilgrimage

Perhaps the sitter fell off,

Like Jack fleeing a giant,

Grasping a beanstalk,

Or maybe there was no sitter;

Only a chair among clouds,

Just the way the dreamer crafted.

Every footstep in life to pilgrimage

This Chair © gillena cox 2024

 

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dVerse Poetics — Pilgrimage, Wandering, and Walkabout

The challenge i rsponded to: 

4. Find or create an image and write an ekphrastic

 poem about pilgrimage, wandering, or walkabout to it. 

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 On The Windowsill

All the banging so much noise,

What are we building of toil?

Is butter softer than the heart of love?

Can sugar sweeten already made honey?

When bees toil,

Is the buzz noisy?

A box of dreams sits on the windowsill

All this noise the banging never stops,

The blood of innocents cling to greed;

The soil and sea cry out do you hear,

Through all the banging?

Useless or wasteful still noise;

Drowning out real beauty real joy,

Loudest is the stressed-out heart,

The fake meanderings of toil.

A box of dreams sits on the windowsill

It is that time of beginnings,

The whistles and songs of birds

Sound out of transitioning,

A sky inky will streak of silver,

Then turn to pale azure,

Gilt with sunlight.

A box of dreams sits on the windowsill

 On The Windowsill - A Bop poem © gillena cox 2024

 

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MTB: Boxing Clever to The Bop 

How to Write The Bop

and including this same 1 line repeat after each stanza:

‘I found a box and put a room inside’

OR ‘I found a box…[adding your own words to complete the line]

 

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[selfie April 2024]

Who Am  I

I am, whom the wind caresses

At dawn, while the birds whistle,

Flying in pairs or groups,

While i stand at the window

Of my door, alone, watching.

At dawn, while the birds whistle,

Silently i offer oration,

To a God seen and unseen,

I have only to gasp;

At a new bud opened.

Silently i offer oration,

For this to my mind, is

Visible presence from,

An invisible watching presence.

I am, whom the wind caresses.

Who Am  I © gillena cox 2024

 

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Poetics: How about a selfie!

 

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Image created for me by BING AI

Quadrille Blaze

She dreamed of a life of adventure,

Climbing mountains, sky diving,

And such like;

If only she was born into a rich

Family she sighed,

Surely she could venture

Into unknown territory,

And be the trailblazer;

Super smart outgoing innovator,

What a poor thought!

© gillena cox 2024

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Quadrille #200

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THIS IS MONDAY WRITES 431

Hope you had a nice April

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artwork of Louis Wain courtesy dVerse poets pub

Under Tree Shade

My smiling eyes doth see

The sun is out and shining.

Where for a glass of milk be

This early in the morning

The sun is out and shining.

The azure bright and merry

This early in the morning

In gardens oh so cherry

The azure bright and merry

Sunflower petals they widen.

In gardens oh so cherry

Under tree shade sits a maiden

Sunflower petals they widen.

Grin of cheshire no match

Under tree shade sits a maiden

A book propped under her hat

Under Tree Shade -a pantoum © gillena cox 2024

 

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If you don’t like cats, I’m sorry.

 Choose one of the artworks contained herein, and write a poem inspired by the artwork.

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IMAGE COURTESY de Verse poetry pub

 Earth We 

Technology rewards us with conversations and closeness. We share like and subscribe. We zoom, link up and link in. 

little square boxes

of people chatting online -

a live meeting

But what about our natural environment. The destruction is overwhelming. Building crumble like the tossed paper balls of am irate writer.  Machine guns and tankers deface the landscape. Where are the trees? The earth cries as blood is spilt.

TV screen shots -

the anguish of a mother

as her child goes limp

The fishes in the sea;  who cares about them as trash finds its way from rivers and streams to its depths annoying sea animal and plant life. Fishes must be crying too.

feet along the sand

plastic bottle clean up -

here's a garbage bag

© gillena cox 2024

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Haibun Monday 4/22/24: Earth Day

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THIS IS MONDAY WRITES 430

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an image created for me at Bing AI;

 Never Ending

A circle has no ending

It just goes around and around

Such is this mystery mesmerizing

An echo without sound

It just goes around and around

An infinite measure of sky

An echo without sound

And through it time flies by

An infinite measure of sky

Such is this mystery mesmerizing

And through it time flies by

A circle has no ending

Never Ending - a pantoum © gillena cox 2024

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MTB: Repeating Lines in Pantoum Form

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