Wednesday, July 11, 2018

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DOWN TOWN
'Times the Cathedral bells still ring to summon attention
Some prayer still remain trapped in its hall, on its pews,
In its arches above, hopefully rising ever so sloooowly

A spire finger pointing clouds on puffy azure days
Remaining cold silent and reticent in many overcasts
To gaze vagrancy asleep on Woodford Square benches

Downtown Port of Spain when the season of Poui trees
Silent in splendour rival the bells of the Cathedral
When the sunshine stings our conscience to remember

We do remember days of the soapbox verbous campaigner
Who later packed the childrens' futures into their schoolbags
Cramming their little heads with big dreams of statesmanship
DOWN TOWN © gillena cox 2018

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Blog hopping today with

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ City
[Prompted by Sumana Roy]


Revisit
Woodford Square a haibun
to the Woodford Square trees
this poem is a city


Enjoy The Music

23 comments:

  1. "Some prayer still remain trapped in its hall, on its pews," This is such a beautiful, beautiful line Gillena. Port of Spain for me is associated with cricket. In radio days we used to listen to cricket commentary of India playing in West Indies and waited for Our great player Sunil Gavaskar to score a century :)

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    1. 😊Good ole days Sumana.
      Calysonian Lord Relator wrote and sang 'A Lovely Day For Cricket' in which he mentions Gavaskar's prowess.

      https://youtu.be/2uUn74kPZls

      Much🎀love

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    2. Thanks a bunch for the video Gillena. A lovely one!

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  2. Such a different world, from the one I have experienced in Canada and the United States, Gillena. One, we take a lessened from and learn.

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    1. Thanks for dropping by Therisa

      Much🎀love

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  3. The church bells must be a startling contrast to the Mambo! I love
    "A spire finger pointing clouds on puffy azure days
    Remaining cold silent and reticent in many overcasts
    To gaze vagrancy asleep on Woodford Square benches'
    I get the sense that church tries to oversee all, but life is vibrant and escapes its bounds. It can stuff heads and sting consciences--but it's the soaring spirit that touches us, not the soapbox preacher.

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    1. In this case Susan, we do own a lot to the "soapbox verbous campaigner" who later became our First Premier and then First Prime Minister and also introduced freed education into our society
      I don't always add notes to my poems so i'm always happy for comments and in such cases as this when i can add a little bit moe on the poem's essence

      Glad i sparked your interest Susan

      much love...

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    2. Yes, you did. And not just in the context. This imagery is so lush! And you are right, I read it through my own context where what students get in schools is dubious. Reading again, I see hw positive this is.

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    3. Happy you came back for another read. Thank you for your appreciation Susan

      Much🎀love

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  4. This is wonderful, Gillena. I always enjoy your longer poems.

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    1. Actually this one is 4 Sijo in a sequence to be read as one poem
      They can be read individually or in the intended sequence of today.
      Happy you dropped by Sherry

      much love

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  5. I love this Gillena! A beautiful place and your words give it justice.

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    1. Happy you dropped by Carrie

      much love...

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  6. ‘f the soapbox verbous campaigner
    Who later packed the childrens' futures into their schoolbags’
    You put this phrase perfectly. Love the write!

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Vivian

      much love...

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  7. My wife and I on overseas trips would often visit churches in the towns we stayed at. Once in London we went to a morning service close to the centre of the city and there were only four people in the congregation (five counting the priest!) so we invited to sit in the choir stalls instead...closer to the action!

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  8. 🤗good idea visiting churches.Thanks for your share.

    Much🎀love

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  9. Some prayer still remain trapped in its hall, on its pews,
    In its arches above, hopefully rising ever so sloooowly ... love that!

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    1. Thanks for dropping by Rajani

      Much🎀love

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  10. "Some prayer still remain trapped in its hall, on its pews, " - these words capture me too Gillena, I love the thought of them.
    Thank you for taking me to your city. Loved it.
    Anna :o]

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    1. Thanks for dropping by Anna

      Much🎀love

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  11. This is a refreshing change of pace from your lovely haikus. Lovely all!

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    1. Thanks for droppjng by Bev

      Much🎀love

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