Monday, March 30, 2020

Monday WRites 239


[In today's mosaic an old photo from my garden redone with stickers from Picsart]


While i grew up in Trinidad, schooled, and churched as Roman Catholic. I was born on another Caribbean island, Grenada. In St Georges the capital of the island. When i was growing up, and lived with my parents, the area we lived was considered country. Not so today though. It is now a bustling borough. I live now in an urban area of St James, in the city of Port of Spain, and i like it more that the area in which i grew up as a child.

When i think back to the island where i was born, My choice memory is of my vacations going to stay at my uncle's house and going to the beach in Grand Anse every day of my stay. But i think my fondest, though haziest memory, is of my grandfather, who i didn't have for very long in my live but still is my fondest.

He was an electrician back then and also worked with his hands crafting wire planters and other household items. I remember growing up seeing in my parents home a wire basket where my mother stored newspapers. When i came to my own home, somehow i wanted it. When i finally asked my mother she willingly gave it to me. I have painted and repainted that stand-up basket my times in a different colour. I have used it as planter, magazine holder, and presently it stores potatoes onions and garlic, standing in a choice corner in my kitchen.

these hot dry days -
in a corner of my heart
there stays my grand pa
© gillena cox 2020

Linked back to DEAR GRANDPA

[For Kim's challenge... asked to go back into our archives to search for an autobiographical poem, one of which particularly fond or one that lends itself to the task in hand.
Write a prose background to the chosen poem, giving more details of when and where it happened, who else was involved, the how and the why, including a link to the original poem if you wish, and then sum up the poem in a haiku. Aim to write no more than three tight paragraphs, followed by a traditional haiku that includes reference to the season]

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Hang in there, heed the cautions, be safe, be healthy
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #239: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧



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Mosaic Monday
#73: Lockdown


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Haibun Mondays
Snapshots of our lives




REVISIT
30 March 2015


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Wednesday, March 25, 2020

711



DAWN: MAKING MYTHS [8]
"She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless she persisted" I can still hear those words echoing in the caves of Lockdown, near Pandemic. What a show off, this ventriloquist, Dawn (harbinger of new day) throwing her voice to bird song, whistles and twitterings.

Time and time again; the scares, the bullying, the trepidations would come up against her. "Regress into the shadows of night! Eat the moon! and there, stay!"

Yet, she had this streak of Ixora-ness in her genetic makeup, this staying power, this openness while others slept. Her persistence annoying to even the dreaded Covid19.

morning awakens -
Ixoras in the garden
they never sleep
© gillena cox 2020


REVISIT
MAKING MYTHS [7]
MAKING MYTHS [6]
MAKING MYTHS [5]


Blog hopping today with

Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #12: Nevertheless, She Persisted


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Barn’s burnt down, now I can see the moon.” - Mizuta Masahide

Poetics
Now I can see

Monday, March 23, 2020

Monday WRites 238



Social distancing the phrase of the day for some time now. I haven't seen Poui trees in bloom this year yet. I have been following the good advise of authorities and going only to the grocey store and fruit vendor nearest to where I live. In the mosaic below, I am sharing Poui trees from 2019.

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QUADRILLE MAGIC
a magic wand would do the trick
creating sufficient distance of oblivion

that necessary maneuver fit for a Covid of any number

then hugs will cheer hip hip hurray
and borderlines stretch from slumber awakened
to the new world of a loving global family
© gillena cox 2020

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Mosaic Monday
#72: Whistling in the Dark


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#Quadrille 100
Abracadabra! Where’s My Magic Wand?
Prompted by Linda: today’s word is magic to use in any form.


REVISIT
23 March 2015


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Saturday, March 21, 2020

709

[image from Bing dot com]


CLEAN HANDS
With clean hands, the grasp of a cup of tea,
And hope swirling, rising like steam
Trashing the fury of uncertainty,
Hot in the heart of social distancing,
In a world without hugs, the grasp of a cup of tea;
Cheers for the planet we live on and love,
Passion let it be
That we can approach divine mercy,
In a time, a compassionate era of helpless we
Battle the germ of panic, and
Pray sip in faith, with the grasp of a cup of tea.
CLEAN HANDS © gillena cox 2020

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NOTE:
How to construct The Fold Poem HERE and
HERE

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HAPPY WORLD POETRY DAY

REVISIT
21 March 2018
21 March 2017
21 March 2016


Edited today 22nd March to link this post to
Poets and Storytellers United
Writers' Pantry #12: You Gotta Know When to Hold 'Em



Monday, March 16, 2020

Monday WRites 237



I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended. The world as we know it is strong, tangible, intangible, disruptive, loving, kind and so much more.

A new era of invisibility is stalking and wrecking havoc over the Planet Earth we love. What we cannot see can make us sick.
Social distancing is the new event happening across the globe. A world marathon of waves, winks, and smiles.

What a global catastrophe. The air we breathe can rid us of those grand old ones in our midst. Imagine a world sans grandma and grandpa. Not a happy scenario at all.

No wars no weapons yet, we are forced out of our places of worship. Wash your hands, no hugging, no handshaking: we are parented by new mother media caution.

The new challenge across borders, COVID 19.
Psst don't panic!
© gillena cox 2020

Wishing all a safe healthy blessed March

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Mosaic Monday
# 71: Spread Your Wings


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Prosery: Surprised or Not
Promted to use the following line: “I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended.” from the poem I wanted to be surprised by Jane Hirshfield


AND

Poets and Storytellers Untied
Weekly Scribblings#11: Hypophora


REVISIT
surprise 2016
surprise 2017
surprise 2019

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Wednesday, March 11, 2020

707



EARLY BIRDS - FOLD
Day Clean and Kiskadee,
They say are the worm catchers
Of the fattest kind you see,
They sing dawn's clearing,
These two; Day Clean and Kiskadee,
Here in Trinidad and Tobago;
Pigeons stir early, but as for me,
Song of kis kis ka dee, i listen for;
Grackles too charge their strange fee
To chorus of morning's awakenings,
Adding songs to Day Clean and Kiskadee.
© gillena cox 2020

NOTE: Day Clean The Tropical Mockingbird (Mimus gilvus)


Blog Hopping with
Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #10: Early Bird or Night Owl?


Monday, March 9, 2020

Monday WRites 236


[image from google dot com]

QUADRILLE - STIR
Remember when we stirred daydreams
In sweet fertile dawn of our togetherness
Only bliss was thrown into mixing schemes
Magical tomorrows were with tenderness
The concoction of carefully blended seams
Ah those cliches how they melted in, happiness
Perfectly smoothly thickened like ice cream
© gillena cox 2020


Yesterday was International Women's Day and March marches on...

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#99 – Poems Stirred, Not Shaken


REVISIT
9 March 2017
9 March 2015

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