Wednesday, February 22, 2017

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GOLD DUST
The crowd on Jerningham Avenue is anything but somber. You dust my bare belly with the golden dust of fun and frolic. An anointing, a passage into Tuesday play-mas. A day so much like today, with a sun, golden and scorching. Wind and dust, married in hot torrents of mesmerizing mantras. Yet my only chant, to the touch of your fingers caressing, is husband.

a throng of hips
answer to every beat -
Carnival vibe
GOLD DUST © gillena cox 2017

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22 feb 2016

38 comments:

  1. Interesting use of the term 'gold dust.' Definitely conveys a good memory. Thanks for posting!

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    1. Thanks for dropping by to read mine Rob

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  2. A beautiful haibun. enjoyed reading it :)

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    1. Happy you dropped by Purba

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  3. Such an enchanting haibun Gillena!🍸 Sigh..how I wish I could join in with everyone at that carnival❤️

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Sanaa

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  4. Gold dust in the sunshine. Lyrical and lovely.

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  5. How delightful the thought of husband, hips swaying, crowds having fun and gold dust. Carnival sounds like so much fun. Enjoy Gillena.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Myrna

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  6. Ohhh wonderful... only husband. I want play-mas! Love this, Gillena.

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    1. Hope you get to enjoy a Trinidad carnival sometime



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  7. Happy carnival Gillena ! Hope you join in all the hip swaying:)

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    1. I used to play mas. But i've been out of that arena for ages now. Left with many fond memories

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  8. You stirred my imagination with the Gold Dust! Love it.

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    1. Thanks for dropping in Annell

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  9. What a delightful reminiscence Gillena, especially with the husbands touch as he dusts your bare belly.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Robin

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  10. Oh, what a delightful memory. I understand how it would stay with you.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Rosemary

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  11. "My only chant...is husband". How lovely.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Sherry

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  12. Nostalgia is even better when shared with another who was there. Golden Joy. I love it when it is the entire day that is the reminder. Thank you for your words here and on my poem.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Susan

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  13. Ah, there is something to be said for looking back at that 'carnival vibe' - nostalgia at the best!

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  14. Thanks for your appreciation Mary

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  15. gold dust memories...this is absolutely delightful and in the end the nostalgic touch of the only chant is very deeply moving and tugs at the heartstrings...

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Sumana

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  16. Wonderful and happy- the carnival sounds like so much fun.

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    1. Thanks for dropping by Björn

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  17. Thanks for your appreciation MMT

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  18. This conjured up some very earthly images, Gillena! Gold dust is worth it's weight in memories, I like it. Hugs!

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Bekkie

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  19. "A throng of hips" -sexy and vibrant. Who wouldn't want their belly dusted with gold?!

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Yvonne

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  20. Such a sensual poem, Gillena, and yet underlying it all is true and deep love, precious as gold. Love makes the sand fine gold and the glitter precious.

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  21. Thank you for your appreciation Nicholas

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