Monday, February 17, 2020

Monday WRites 233


[in today's mosaic - Children's carnival 2020 yesterday in St James, and some crochet hearts i made for my grand daughter: photos © gillena cox]

Its what we call here in T&T CARNIVAL WEEK: Carnival Monday and Tuesday is 24 & 25, last days of the Season of Carnival.
Enjoy FEBRUARY ( a month i always claim as my month): month of unfixed days - sometimes 28 sometimes 29 days, my Birthday , Valentines Day, Carnival


❧✿❧ 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 #233: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧


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Mosaic Monday
#67: Feeling The Love


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Prosery: Between Heartbeats

HAIR OF GOLD
About two years have passed between visits. I have grown accustomed to intervals of kindness, funny jokes which makes for laughter long and hearty ha ha ha-s. Longer still i have known him, hair a bronze kind of gold. In those days, for school children, hair colouring was unheard of, so yes that was his natural colour. But that was years ago.

We thought we had fallen in love, until we both married our destined spouses. We kept in touch by letter and card. That was the connecting way in those days. Until waning interest, put a comma there. Then the connections started again. This time there were visits since he had migrated. But always intervals of kindness and laughter.

So when in 2020 he declares. There is no God, i am caught off guard, i freeze. Indeed, there are moments caught between heart-beats.
© gillena cox 2020

NOTE: Today Kim is prompting at Dverse, she ask that we write a bit of prose not more than 144 words including the line "There are moments caught between heart-beats" taken from the poem Coda by Louis MacNeice



REVISIT
17 Feburary 2018


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My favourite Soca singer got married on St Valentine's Day this year
ENJOY A BIT OF HIS MUSIC





Wednesday, February 12, 2020

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good things come in small packages

grandmothers of old would say
those days permission requesting

prescribed were letters
for the hand of a daughter
by an anxious suitor
STORY OF GOOD THINGS © gillena cox 2020

REVISIT
12 Feburary 2018
12 Feb Feburary 2016

Blog hopping today with
Poets And Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #6: Turn Cliché into Poetry or Prose
Prompt: Turn Cliché into Poetry or Prose. Take one cliché, two clichés, three clichés, or as many clichés as you like and turn them into new poetry or prose (stories, articles, letters…).

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Its Carnival Time here in T&T
Enjoy The Music

Lord Nelson - Mih Lover


CARNIVAL PAST - photos © gillena cox [in the 3rd photo the large face is me, a selfie 2018. Looking at jouvert, on the Western Main Road, not far from where i live]



Monday, February 10, 2020

Monday WRites 232


[cloudscape 2019 children's carnival event]

MORNING QUADRILLE
Sky, filled with birdsong, morning swaggers on the waves of sunlight
Her only thoughts are short live remembrances of moonbeams and shadows
How does she let herself be sweet talked into the nuances of forever
Knowing full well that Father Time is measured sequence.
MORNING QUADRILLE © gillena cox 2020


Enjoy FEBRUARY ( a month i always claim as my month): month of unfixed days - sometimes 28 sometimes 29 days, my Birthday tomorrow 11, Valentines Day 14, Carnival Monday and Tuesday 24 & 25. Last day of the Season of Carnival is the 25th here in Trinidad.

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). A Happy Monday to all
Welcome to Monday WRites #232, ❧✿❧


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Mosaic Monday
#66: Spring Fever


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Quadrille #97 – Filling the Page




REVISIT
10 Feburary 2015
10 Feburary 2017


ENJOY THE MUSIC





Monday, February 3, 2020

Monday WRites 231



OF TWENTY NINE DAYS
With days of unfixed number, yet
There are chocolates candy and cards,
Certain to be bought.

With all the window dressing,
Of hearts and flowers,
Romance is cleverly piqued.

Women can propose marriage - a leap year.
OF TWENTY NINE DAYS © gillena cox 2020


NOTE: Poetry form SEVENLING A new form i have tried writing in today, for the first time.


Welcome FEBRUARY: month of unfixed days - sometimes 28 sometimes 29 days, my Birthday, Valentines Day, Carnival. Last day of the Season of Carnival is the 25th here in Trinidad.

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). A Happy Monday to all
Welcome to Monday WRites #231, ❧✿❧


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Mosaic Monday
#65: American Sign Museum




REVISIT
3 Feburary 2018
3 Feburary 2017
3 Feburary 2016


ENJOY THE MUSIC



[photos Carnival Past © gillena cox ]




Monday, January 27, 2020

Monday WRites 230


[in today's mosaic The Red House Port of Spain Trinidad reopened after renovations 24th January 2020]

RED WALLS QUADRILLE
Stone walls red, when folks go wild, blush under the sun opposite age old trees.

Stone walls, crumble to embers when, wild of riots cinder and reduce gravel to flames.

Stone walls, rise the phoenix of endurance, after rage takes it toll, Ever Red
RED WALLS © gillena cox 2020


NOTE
Seat of Parliament in the Republic of Trinidad and Tobago. The architectural design of the Red House is of Beaux-Arts style, its foundation stone laid on 15 February 1844. Painted red in 1897, burnt to the ground 23 March 1903, In July 1990, the Red House was the site of the Jamaat al Muslimeen coup attempt. In 2011 closed for renovations which began in 2016.



Last Monday in January and the Season of Carnival is ripening lively here in Trinidad. We had a most auspicious event on the 24th, The Red House Port of Spain Trinidad reopened after renovations. More about The Red House HERE

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). A Happy Monday to all
Welcome to Monday WRites #230, ❧✿❧ Happy New Year 2020


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Mosaic Monday
#64: Kiplin Hall, Back from the Brink

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Quadrille #96: Wild Monday
Prompt:Kim from Writing in North Norfolk, welcoming dVerse poets to this week’s Quadrille, when we take any meaning of one word and transform it into 44 poetic words.The word today is ‘wild’


REVISIT
27 January 2018
27 January 2017
27 January 2016


ENJOY THE MUSIC


[photos Carnival Past © gillena cox ]



[photo and gif © gillena cox 2020, gif created in Picsart]



Wednesday, January 22, 2020

697


photo haiku reposted from Lunch Break

HUGGED BY THE SEA
The sea is all around us, hugging us.
They call us island people
People with salt in our soul and sweetness in our smiles
So tasty, we just cannot be still;
Like the waves in our vast hugging sea.

We talk in rhythm, walk in rhythm,
A sea of colour surges through,
Our Carnival days, a non- rainbow rainbow
Which arcs, into a melting pot of island people;
Steel pan, tassa, soca; we are.

So tasty, we build our castles of sand and,
Dig buckets of chip-chip to take home to curry

Days of plunder at sea; the gun powder days,
We place our oppression in museums,
And free ourselves in the unity of culture.
We walk the beaches leaving footprints wet;
All of us, island people.
HUGGED BY THE SEA © gillena cox 2020


Blog hopping today with

Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings#3: Salt-water poems


ENJOY THE MUSIC



REVISIT
23 January 2019
23 January 2017
23 January 2016


It's Carnival Season here in T&T
CARNIVAL PAST: photos © gillena cox

Monday, January 20, 2020

Monday WRites 229



HOPE IN TODAY
When one of those little greetings 'Have a nice day' gets to its target, hope is spread, received accepted realized. Someone's life is made better, someone's day is given brightness. Hope is an energy serum, a feel good drug, a must share potion.

Doesn't help to keep it. It must be shared, it must spread like a wildfire. It must burn into our futures. Not a backward moving mobile, hope shapes tomorrow with first thoughts of goodness. Maya Angelou in her reflection on Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech, at the Lincoln Memorial, wrote "The Rock cries out to us today, You may stand upon me, But do not hide your face"

Humankind thrives on its forecast. Hope is very ordinary, not at all presumptuous and thrives on the grandeur of simplicity.' Good Morning' - purposeful, simple, beneficial. There is hope at work. Its a starter, the wheels of well being is set in motion. That's hope at its best.
HOPE IN TODAY © gillena cox 2020


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We are still in January, the year is still young, still new. And we in T&T are in The Season of Carnival. The United States celebrates the birthday of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr today.

[CARNIVAL PAST © gillena cox ]


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). A Happy Monday to all
Welcome to Monday WRites #229, ❧✿❧ Happy New Year 2020


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Mosaic Monday
#63: Don't go with the glaciers


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Prosery 1/20/20: “The Rock cries out…”
Roaring in the new
Frank Tassone is the bartender today dVerse and we write Prosery. He challenges ... write a piece of prose in 144 words or less That has to contain this quote: “The Rock cries out to us today, You may stand upon me, But do not hide your face.” from Maya Angelou’s poem “On the Pulse of Morning”.


REVISIT
20 January 2018
20 January 2016


ENJOY THE MUSIC


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