Wednesday, July 23, 2014

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flip flops images from google dot com

SANDY FLIP FLOPS

A treasure, the sand between my toes;
Washed from my flip flops, with a length of hose;

Such fun days, pearled in sea shells on the beach,
And other such like ones, hoarded within my reach;

Rocks to climb, mountains steep to gaze,
while frangipani redden, beneath the sun rays;

I treasure such memories of youth.






sorting groceries
the crumple of plastic -
empty bags for trash

*

sorting groceries
the crumple of plastic -
empties now trash bags

--gillena cox


Revisit
pile up
garbage
taste of



i am blog hopping today at Poetry Jam the prompt is "treasure/trash"


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42 Comments:

Blogger Hazel Ceej said...

Lovely words. Flip flops are fun to wear on the beach.

11:51 AM  
Blogger alan1704 said...

Yes, trash and treasure within your reach and our hearts. Very nice.

12:50 PM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Happy you dropped in Hazel

Much love...

1:37 PM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for dropping in Alan

Much love...

1:37 PM  
Blogger Daneshwari Mirji said...

Very nice :)

1:56 PM  
Blogger Gabriella said...

I enjoyed the glimpse into your memories of youth, Gillena, not least because they sound so exotic to me who come from a place where you hardly wear flip flops because the weather is too cool.

2:37 PM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thank you Danesh

much love...

2:44 PM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for your appreciation Gabriella

much love...

2:45 PM  
Blogger Myrna R. said...

I like your memories of the beach. A treasure for your mind. Nice writing.

3:16 PM  
Blogger Frieda said...

I'm just back from the first part of my summer holidays...and I spent them almost entirely in flip-flops... great times, and you bring them back to me :) (Now I'm back at work wearing normal shoes)

4:33 PM  
Blogger Peggy said...

Yes sand so casually washed away is indeed part of a treasured memory. Thank you for visiting my blog.

4:35 PM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thanks Myrna

Much love...

4:49 PM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Happy you dropped in Frieda

Much love...

4:50 PM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for your appreciation Peggy

Much love...

4:51 PM  
Blogger Nicholas V said...

Our memories of youth are indeed a treasure. Interesting how everyday objects/places can trigger our memory and whole concatenation of images and remembrances are brought into our mind. Lovely write, Gillena.

7:06 PM  
Blogger Laurie Kolp said...

Yes, memories are treasures.

8:15 PM  
Blogger rallentanda said...

Beautiful beach scene and splendid haiku!

9:49 PM  
Blogger Wendy Bourke said...

Beautiful capture with a lovely cadence. Wonderful writing, Gillena.

10:18 PM  
Blogger Sumana Roy said...

thank you Gillena for sharing this treasure with us...love the haiku set :)

11:05 PM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thank you for your appreciation Nicholas

Much love...

1:22 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Happy you dropped in Laurie

Much love...

1:23 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thanks Rallentanda

Much love...

1:24 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thanks Wendy

Much love...

1:25 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for your appreciation Sumana

Much love...

2:58 AM  
Anonymous Arushi Ahuja said...

the sand between my feet... the shells from the beach .. all treasured for a while and later discarded!! beautiful!

10:44 AM  
Blogger humbird said...

What a nice memory! I can relate...Thanks, Gillena!

11:51 AM  
Blogger Adelaide said...

Wonderful memories.

broken flip-flop
the hot sand
on one foot

Adelaide

12:53 PM  
Blogger Donna Smith said...

I loved the childhood memories poem, but I also liked the two renditions of the bags, from carrying treasures to bags now carrying trash.

4:52 PM  
Blogger Mary said...

I love poems about childhood memories. And sand between the toes, I think, is a very special one. I had to look up 'frangipani,' as I hadn't heard that word. But when I found out it was also called plumeria, I KNEW what you were talking about - as I have seen plumeria in Hawaii & love them. Always keep your memories of youth, Gillena, and keep preserving them with poetry.

6:00 PM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thank you for your appreciation Arushi

much love...

11:53 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Happy you stopped by Humbird

much love...

11:55 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Nice; thank you for sharing Adelaide

much love...

11:56 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thank you for your appreciation Mary

much love...

11:56 AM  
Blogger Poet Laundry said...

Flip flops and the beach...a time to be treasured! Nice one Gillena.

1:10 PM  
Blogger mrs-minerva said...

Lovely poem, Gillena! I really enjoyed it.

4:03 AM  
Blogger Arathi Harihar said...

that's a nice treasure of youth..loved this one a lot:)

10:46 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thank you PL

much love...

11:42 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thanks Minerva

much love...

11:43 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

happy you stopped by Arathi

much love...

11:44 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thank you for your appreciation Donna

much love...

11:50 AM  
Blogger Gail said...

Beautiful memories.

11:11 PM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Happy you dropped in Gail

Much love...

8:26 AM  

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