Tuesday, January 31, 2023

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A GOOD INTENTION

I am no where near perfect,

So yes, i should resolve

To improve myself each year.


At the end of each day,

 Fold your clothes and put them away,

 No matter how tired you are.


A good resolution for this year  

A GOOD INTENTION © gillena cox 2023


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Prompted with five random pieces of advice, to weave any one of them in a poem.
I chose  
[At the end of each day, fold your clothes and put them away, no matter how tired you are]



Monday, January 30, 2023

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NATURE'S SECRET IS LOVE

 I walk around in my garden, touching leaves, flower petals, the earth, the grass. I am alive and so are they. We share a common bond; a mystery of creation.

And so here we are; a part of something larger, something designed, something beautiful. I tell myself, i intend to be beautiful everyday of my life.

I breath in the air of early morning. I hold energizing my being. I exhale gratitude and praise for something higher, mightier than them and me exist; and it is good.

different colours bloom -

there's no heartbreak in this space

only beauty dwells

NATURE'S SECRET IS LOVE © gillena cox 2023






ENJOY THE MUSIC

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Friday, January 27, 2023

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[image from google]


Stars in the planetarium,

As they whirled overhead, 

Awesome.

Viewed in yester millenium,

What a dynamic spread,

For some.


Fishes in the aquarium,

How lovely they all said.

Buy some,

And also an anthurium

For the vase by the bed,

Saw some


© gillena cox 2023


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Prompted to: Write a poem following the poetry form, Memento.

Memento
Memento, created by Emily Romano is a poem about a holiday or an anniversary, consisting of two stanzas as follows: the syllable count should be 8 beats for line one; 6 beats for line two; and two beats for line three. This is repeated twice for each stanza. The rhyme scheme is: a/b/c/a/b/c for each of the two stanzas.


Wednesday, January 25, 2023

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[image from google]

REMEMBERING DEE

 Cinnamon and cloves i think of her

Chives and thyme also call her to mind

At Saturday market she was a seller

Cinnamon and cloves i think of her

Her ground cocoa beans never a failure

In a small hand mill she would grind

Cinnamon and cloves i think of her

Chives and thyme also call her to mind

REMEMBERING DEE © gillena cox 2023


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Grandmothers… 
Sarah asked us to writing about grandmothers. 
My Grandmother, my father's mother, we called her Dee 😊


Monday, January 23, 2023

1005



NEED ICE

These sunny days are ripe,

For bags of cubes of ice,

To cool the Carnival hype.


Music of steelbands spice,

An ecosystem of bachannal,

 Energizing the art of costume making,

And masquerade choosing.


Ice cold drinks under sunny skies;

 Menu for Dry Season guise.

WE NEED ICE © gillena cox 2023




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Tuesday, January 17, 2023

1004

[Snowflakes wallapaper from bing.com]

FIRST SNOW

This is strange all very strange.

Outside the air is like an airconditioned shopping mall;

Inside the shopping mall its surprisingly warm,

I'm wearing one of my sister's coats,

Going to buy a pair of high heeled boots that go way up to my calves.

Christmas reindeers with red noses

are visible on high shelves.

I haven't heard a parang tune; not a single one.

This is strange all very strange.

Everywhere i go they must be steering at my wide-eyed amazement.

I haven't seen a green tree about;

You know, like the mango Vere tree across the street back home, 

even though it bears no mangoes this time of the year. 

But there will be a kiskadee perched,

On the topmost branch. 

How they stay there,  it never ceases to amaze me.

This is strange all very strange.

I wouldn't say i am easily amazed,

But just that some things are truly amazing;

Like when my sister calls me to the half opened door.

There are white feathery thingies falling from the sky,

My natural response to this awesome spectacle is to cup my hands, 

trying to capture a handful.

Oh so this is what snowflakes are 

All about!

I am a happy tourist to a winter sky.

This is strange all very strange.

No way no how will i ever see that back home.

We buy at Christmas time decorations: baubles, 

a gauzy stuff called angel hair, and packs of course white granules labled snow. 

FIRST SNOW© gillena cox 2023



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Monday, January 16, 2023

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January: the Christmas joy morphs into a celebration of sun. Reflecting, dazzling, amazing, awe inspiring. Tinsel and baubles go into hiding as boldfaced razzle dazzle takes over. Sequins rule. The band leaders are in their glory. The costumes on the wall must come alive for Carnival Monday and Tuesday. The stitchers work, day into evening into night. I know what they must be thinking "Everything i do is stitched with its colour" Such is the hype of the Season of Carnival. Where fun frolic colour and dazzle call the tempo of the day.
© gillena cox 2023

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Asked to write a piece of flash fiction or other prose up of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line Everything I do is stitched with its colorfrom the poem Separation by W.S.Merwin.


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Thursday, January 12, 2023

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Painting by Anatol Woolf from bing.com

MOSAIC

As day progress to clear evening

Our skies, yielding grief 

Love can be the healing balm


I suppose on a sunny day

When i take out the garbage in the night

The bay tree let go of her scent.


Wind at the window pane 

What shall i cook for you my dear?

That’s the best i can do now


Wanting to get a good shampoo

To read is to travel through pages

Now however is the time

MOSAIC © gillena cox 2023


For this first MTB prompt of 2023 we’re composing a ‘Found’ poem.

I used the first lines from poems at the following posts


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Monday, January 9, 2023

1001


AFTERNOON RAIN
Rain interrupts a quiet January day.
All that a narrative is left to say.
Only it's one poet's thinking. 
On an afternoon that's raining.
No cloud bold enough to defy
The downpour of a sky 
Be it nineteen twenty three
Or twenty twenty three
© gillena cox 2023

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Blue Monday & Ruby Tuesday Too: Desert Fruitfulness
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