out of the house
my breath behind the mask -
measures of distance
© gillena cox 2022
REVISIT
ENJOY THE MUSIC
Sunday LX of the series '100 ways to haiku a mask
my son visits
he's wearing his glasses
i'm wearing mine
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my son visits
i wish him happy new year
a year two weeks old
he's wearing his glasses
he has grown a beard
he likes plain black masks
i'm wearing mine
my glasses that is
i got a new pair
...
my son visits
after the rain this morning
a welcome surprise
i wish him happy new year
just a pat on the back
no hugs
a year two weeks old
Christmas decor put away
angel on the door
...
he's wearing his glasses
they look new but they're not
they're just clean
he has grown a beard
i spy a few grey ones
in there
he likes plain black masks
not me
i luv all the designs
...
i'm wearing mine
not my mask
my glasses
my glasses that is
my movie watching buddies
wear them i must
i got a new pair
got a spray and cloths as well
to clean them
© gillena cox 2022
May the glasses help you see each other clearer and closer this new year. Have a blessed week Gillena!
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by Carrie
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Love the way the verses mimic a conversation & highlight the warmth of the visit.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Chrissa
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ReplyDeleteHi Gillena,
Happy Sunday. Very cold here.
I smile
behind my mask. . .
does anyone see?
Adelaide
😊Nice on Adelaide
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A lovely post. Have a wonderful Sunday.
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped by Nicole
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Enjoyed your son's visit.Keep well and safe Gillena.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by Cressida
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mask elas-tics
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finger lash-tics
__ The many, many times... that my fingers and eye glass arms (ear-stics?), get woven into one... by my "mask elas-tics." Smiles! _m
😁😁😁luv this Doug. Thanks for sharing
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I think you have found words for how many people feel.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Syl
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I love your poem about your spectacles. I could SEE your son, his beard, his glasses. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Sherry
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It is wonderful that you were able to see your son.
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday!
Thanks for your appreciation Trudessa
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I thoroughly enjoyed your poem .. the story, progression, pacing and form!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Helen
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This is wonderful to read Gillena. We can only wish that all our mask-story ends this year. Wishing you a very happy new year. Stay blessed.
ReplyDeleteThanks for droppong by Sumana
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Behind glasses and mask, as if our face is gone.
ReplyDeleteIndeed Bev
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very well penned gillena, glad you got to see your son, reunions are tough right now all things considered. stay safe
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Phillip
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The rhythm and repetition in that was wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation qbit
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This felt like a story in poetic form, and I really enjoyed it!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation JYP
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