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[image credit Dawn by Joan Miró from pinterest]

I LISTEN

The song birds are quiet,

Rested from their dawn thrilling,

The sky silvery with some tints.

I wake before dawn and

I choose to wait for their songs,

Before getting out of bed.

What would morning be without them?

 I LISTEN © gillena cox 2022

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Today's mosaics 'The Shape of Leaves'

When

There is grand sun. Dare you to look her in the eye, and cold ever changing moon, pretentious as love outside of a movie theatre screen.

There is no aroma to the rain, petrichor is a lie that belongs to the earth. Wildflowers, seemingly pretty, are really weeds, reality check! You rip them out, they appear like magic rabbits in a hat.

When i'm feeling low, when the coffee is just a bitter dark draught in a mug with a silly drawing of a flower and a bird, and the apple peeled is cut across to reveal a star without a stupid night sky.

words of scripture

hold over my head a halo -

a protective tent

When © gillena cox 2022

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 Welcome to Monday WRites # 360

Already today is the last Monday of AUGUST 

You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧well this is  Monday WRites  (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 

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KISS THIS NIGHT

Since music sustains,

There’s no need for hunger,

No, let us feast for life regains

Help, of passion's well auger,

Come let us dance this night,

Let us fashion each star shine,

Us, just us two, under moon's sight;

Kiss goodbye those eyes that brine,

And nurture instead a giddy heart

Part thee waves sweetheart of mine

KISS THIS NIGHT © gillena cox 2022

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AROMA OF A BAY TREE

The bay tree let go of her scent.

To an evening breeze who spent,

All of her humour in a little

Tryst enlivening, nothing bitter

Should taste of the gift of roses,

Given when shy silence encloses,

The heart of two,

Meant to ensue,

The adventures that love  may,

Bring to them, that pass that way. 

AROMA OF A BAY TREE © gillena cox 2022

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MORNING SMILED

Morning smiled her charming silvery grey cloud skyself above my wide eyed open stare A coolness to the August muggy backyard where leaves fallen decompose. Will today remain clear and bright?

thunder and lightning

a pillow forms a tent so

a face can hide

MORNING SMILED © gillena cox 2022

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Today's mosaics 'variegated leaves'

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A HAPPY AUGUST to all my visitors and friends

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[image courtesy dVerse poery pub]  

Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:—–by Oliver Wentdell Holmes Sr., from The Chambered Nautilus

LAZY DAYS AND MONDAYS

A song sings to the heart, from a deep place of lazy being. It gathers strength in its silence, reaching on unseen wings to a clever site of understanding.

 Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings, a song so clear and smart, that a mundane Monday understands the hearts yearning for more than its lazy care.

I get up in the rhythm of serious understanding and reverent obedience. I go to the washing machine. It is time to do the laundry. Two tubs are whirled and swooshed, and hung out to air dry.  Well done to me, lazy retirement days are sooo very embracing.

 © gillena cox 2022

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 World Steelpan Day image courtesy Pantrinbago

PAN SOAR 

From out of sweat and frustration

From humble beginnings

Licky ting Licky tang

Sweet scintillating music

Of bottle and spoon

To laurels of orchestral heights

Among the lilliputs of society

Labelled with the castaways

Merging and rising to higher heights

Standing tall between giants

Burgeoning through ocean and sky

Soaring to faraway lands

Responsibility riot and disorder

Measuring territorial distance with discord

Crossing the line into wine and jam

Gyrating straight to university

To stimulate entertain reward and merit

Pan really reach 

[i wrote 'Pan Soar' late 1900's. It was first published at my website Patch Work at the cover page in 2001. However, i lost this website.  Pan Soar i also had printed on gift mugs and it was too, published in an anthology by poetry.com.] 

HAPPY WORLD STEELPAN DAY.

 

STEELPAN OCTELLE

Bold and bright a phoenix at will,  

Embers of bottle and spoon still

Smothering, caused so to rise

World class, rejecting demise;

Sweet music recycled from oil

Drums, a merriment coil.

Bold and bright a phoenix at will,  

Embers of bottle and spoon still.

 STEELPAN OCTELLE © gillena cox 2022

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DINING OUT NOW

We had to sanitize our hands

We had to get our temperatures checked

We had to show our vaccination cards at the door

We had to remove our masks to drink and eat 

Duh!

Safe zones they call them now

We had to dine out in the new normal

We had been dining out in the old normal

Ah Birthdays!

DINING OUT NOW © gillena cox 2022

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Today's mosaics 'stories and haiku' After reading my book The Naughty Angel to a group of holiday campers at the NALIS Port of Spain Library a haiku workshop was a fitting event on which to end the session.

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❧✿❧ THAT' MY TYPEZooming in. Putting the freeze on. A process of selection. Like pulling out the petals and removing the thorns to get to the aroma of the rose. Haibun, tanka, haiku; short forms, that's my type,  especially, the haiku.
day without rain a plumeria plucked© gillena cox 2022

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CREATIVITY SPARKS

Really...

Its not as if follow fashion lacks class, that one has to tippy toe on down cat walk;

All the while purring silk when in fact, roar is the more appropriate respond to the applause.

Depends...

Is moment all the time in the world? 

Or does life extend to outer spheres

Willing to classify lapels and 

sewing threads outside the clique?

Moreso...

Does light have to shine only in constricted spaces?

Isn't  night bigger than moon?

Yet moon shines to the applause of stars.

CREATIVITY SPARKS © gillena cox 2022

[I had written this for the prompt Poetics: When it comes to Peer Pressure and didn't link it up . So i am linking it to this Open Link #321]

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BACK THEN - AUGUST 

August claimed to its fame

The name August Vacation

Even if schools closed in July

The longest school closing 

Following on its heels was

The new school term

Going to a new class 

With the smell of new books

The fortunate kids flew to

America, regardless of which state

Back at school they boasted

They went to America

Stay-at-home vacationers

Pelted mangoes, papered books

Spent time in the country by gran

And returned to school fattened

© gillena cox 2022

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