the plant shop -
scent of rosemary filters
through my mask
© gillena cox 2021
© gillena cox 2021
Sunday XVI of the new series '100 ways to haiku a mask '
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my heart puts its trust in Him;
Psalm 28:7
What's there to smile about today? Thank God for the grace of poetry
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BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
Writers' Pantry #61:Its Been A Year
AND
about yesterday
when the rain wetted the leaves
leaving behind a sigh
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about yesterday
will an apology of
leaves falling suffice
when the rain wetted the leaves
i looked on
crying silent tears
leaving behind a sigh
the naked mind sees only
a bare branch now
© gillena cox 2021
(I have edited the above troiku to correct sigh not sign as it typed before)
REVISIT
38 comments:
How easy it was to visualise all the scenes in your verses. I especially loved the first as the reference to the wearing a face mask automatically dates the poem to the Covid crisis.
Nice to think that we can still experience scents. I always like to have rosemary growing (because of my name, and also for its qualities including scent).
Lovely. Rosemary was one of the things we lost in the last frost--looking forward to new plants scenting the backyard. :)
Dreamy. And my mind got stuck on that bare branch.
You reached deep into the image Gillena! Love this and your journey of thoughts and poetry here. Wishing you a lovely week.
it must have been a pleasant trip to the plant shop. :)
... a fascinating interpretation of the surreal art! Cheers.
The scent of rosemary stayed with me through the lovely verses.
I love the observations of the leaves, and the watcher's tears. Melancholy.
Yes Rosemary and rain that's what is happening outside right now. Have a great day.
Thanks for your dropping by Rosemary
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Thanks for your appreciation Chrissa
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Thanks for your appreciation Carrie
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Plant shops are one of the places i like, so yes ☺Thanks for dropping by Cheong Lee san
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Thanks for your appreciation Helen
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Thanks for your appreciation Sherry
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Thanks for dropping by Nicole
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the repetition works so well and the final stanza is impressive
"leaving behind a sign
the naked mind sees only
a bare branch now"
I have edited the troiku in today's post to correct sigh, not sign as it typed before. Thanks for your understanding dear friends.
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Thanks for your appreciation Laura
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If you can smell the rosemary, it means you probably don't have covid, so that's always lovely.
Thanks for your appreciation Rommy
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"will an apology of / leaves falling suffice" -- Oooh! Oooh!
I wonder what transpired between them and if they will reconcile. I also really like your haiga (sp?) at the top.
Scent, wetness, sigh, tears lend the poem an exquisite beauty.
Thanks for your appreciation qbit
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Thanks for your appreciation Jade
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I bet there were a thousand scents or more. From the aroma filled plants like your rosemary to musty wet leaves, all bring forth the feeling of spring.
Thanks for your appreciation Joel. In my clime, here in Trinidad and Tobago, there is no Spring, there are just 2 Seasons. The Dry Seadon and The Rainy Season ☺
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Rosemary a herb that makes a home.
Such beautiful poetry in each one.
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I like the inclusion of rosemary. It gives some imagery of the scent, and rosemary also signifies remembrance -- remembering the way things used to be, before almost everyone was wearing face masks.
Thank you for your appreciation Jenna
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