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2013 photo, (the lady in the red top - my daughter) in the queue to buy tickets for a movie


She wears her jeans of blue,
Caught in a teenage oooh;
"Looks painted on"
Those catty cronies remark;
Oh, but she; happy as a lark.



craft camp...
a pair of ragged jeans morphs
into a tote
--gillena cox

Revisit
pattern denims
Poem In Your Pocket 2010
allamanda


i am blog hopping today
at Poetry Jam the prompt is "jeans"

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Zuri July 2014

the scene pauses -
my grandbaby (not yet 2)
swipes the screen



morning clearing/ the questionong tone of/an unknown bird//



A reading in ordinary time,
This poem doesn't need to rhyme;
However, if i make it,
I'll just call it a limerick;
Then clean, cook, chop some thyme
--gillena cox



Revisit
and thyme
ordinary mouse
with the wind



i am blog hopping today at Poetry Jam the prompt is "ordinary"

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images from google dot com


a bright moon
through the eye of a needle
this silence




eye of a needle
a double strand enters
knots dwell in her mind
she can cross stitch a village
with or without setting suns





She lived in the eye of a needle
Folks called her Ole Mrs Tweedle
There in her space
all day long she'd tat and lace
and ne'er did she tire that weedle
--gillena cox



Revisit
Wizard of Oz
day moon
the old house



i am blog hopping today at Poetry Jam the prompt is "an impossible place"

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image Peter Gertner - Crucifixion from google dot com


I thirst - is what was said by him
Mighty enough, waters to part
Holy though earthbound walking
Messianic mission ever fulfilled



rain drops remain the sickle moon 's thirst for wholeness again



thirsting awhile -
the liquid yearns of my soul
meanders



another hot day
my thirst surrendered -
froth of golden beer



There once was an aunt named Quin
Who drank till her antennas grew thin
Of honey so sweet
And curds so meek
Her thirst for a waistline so slim



IXORA
The ixora blooms drink to their delight,
From the wettness in seasons of the rain;
Their little umbrella faces bereft of strain,
Resplendent in interludes of sunlight;
I linger a while to write, a tribute if i might,
To your now iterative state, and feign
Jealousy, to compliment your splendor again;
Radiant reds, oranges, and yellows bright,
A common place blooming, a beautiful sight;
No place in legendary courts to regain,
For never have you lost your plebeian reign;
A threadbare glory remains your right;
Seen here and there never out of sight;
Still my delight, beautiful ixora you remain
['IXORA' - publication credit: page 9, Pink Crush; 2011 authorHOUSE]

--gillena cox

revisit
Scorching Hot
hot days
awakened



i am blog hopping today at Poetry Jam the prompt is "thirst"