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SAYING SOME NAMES
Trees slender, trees tall,
Trees spreading, trees for all;
Botanical gardens, royal in the city
Of Port of Spain, serene and pretty;

i say your name with love.

Hear the beat of the brass band,
Hear the beat of the steel band,
Look how they swaying them hips,
Masqueraders with kaiso on their lips,
Dancing, prancing, in the Carnival drama,
All the way to the Queens Park savannah

i speak your name in revelry

Hot spicy tasty roti
Doubles with pepper slight or heavy
The hosay parade,
The tadjas all handmade
The tassa drumming a la mode
Through the Western Main Road

I say your name with words ornate

Port of Spain city main,
St James close terrain
I say your name, say your name
Say it again and again.
© gillena cox 2015




Written in response to the prompt today
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Saying the Names With Love

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SHADOW FIGURE
Extensive,
we make shadows,
not knowing the play of life upon us;
contrasting skies,
like warriors marking trenches,
to bury memories,
evoking left lovers behind,
slipping moons;
changing shape like play dough,
in the hands of children,
sensitive to the innocence,
of smiles and trusting,
that today is all there is,
of tomorrow's dream;

Curtailed,
in the volume of unspent eons,
basking in scars unfading,
still fresh,
ever fresh the dirt of millipedes,
shuffled in tiny bickerings,
of wavering patterns,
signalling the wearisome task,
that births new constellations;
flickering lights,
bright unseen meteors,
of processes traveling,
travailing universes,
existing on the fringe of,
mind shattering kaleidoscopes;

Eyeballed,
stars twinkle in response to,
programmed eternity;
already the dearth of answers,
filed in the to do,
folders of hard drive realities;
when night succumbs,
to daybreak twitterings;
only because a phase of,
sieved light filtered through
then the shadows dancing
on the wall of the puppeteer's dare
somersaulted into yesterday again
© gillena cox 2013 [ first published at Poem Hunter dot com]






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ACCEPTANCE
This poem is an ugly duckling;
innocent, fluffy,
waddling in the wrong line up,
only to be shunned

Left alone, another lineup comes into view,
of waddling chicks just as soft and fluffy

This poem is a swan;
finding a place unknown, unheard of,
or a place embracing, calling, just needing an answer;
another line up, a leap of faith,
just a flap of little wings, and a waddle, closer to look

fall in line, a sense of well being ensues,
a natural line up, of similar, yet different waddling

This poem is ergo
inquiry, existence, nature, nudges,
dynamism, moving forward, not knowing why,
without an answer for every question asked,
seeking, journeying living breathing;
mystery and faith.
© gillena cox 2015



Written in response to the prompt today
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Acceptance

Monday WRites 22

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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 #22, ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



CANTALOUPE
This poem is a cantaloupe
Almost the colour of pumpkin, yet not quite
This poem has a skin rough like stony paths
Only not quite so gravelly
There are sunlight patterns on the wall, on the floor
On the tongue, a taste of delight after morning prayer

Still the news carry stories of heinous crimes
Switch on, switch off, the issues remain
People unkind to one another, greed, hatred, wars

This poem seeks a knife,
To peel off the rough skin, to scoop out the seeds
To slice the juicy, fragrant, delicious flesh
Place it in a bowl, then shout to the world
Come! partake of this! there is enough for everyone
Taste it! this poem, is, a cantaloupe.
© gillena cox 2015





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UMBRELLAS BLOOM
clouds
they sit
this morning
on mountain tops
so elegantly
silvered with the light of
angelic halos spun by
invisible spider friends who
know the destiny of raindrops made
the sure reason why umbrellas ever bloom
© gillena cox 2015

written for Play it Again, Toads!


i chose The etheree named after an Arkansas poet. Etheree Taylor Armstrong (1918-1994.) It is an unrhymed syllable counting form, relentlessly rational, and seemingly childishly simple. You begin with a first line of one syllable, and continue for ten lines increasing the syllable count by one each line. Diagramming in syllables, this is what you get, line by line: 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10.

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UNITY
He crept in like a recalcitrant lover,
Today's sunshine.

After all the mellifluous drumming,
Yesterday, on my tin roof,
She, that good ole nurturer,
Rain has gone her way

I feel his warmth, brush against my skin,
My eyes open, a sun kissed day.
Now sky is polished bright in optimal gleam.
Cloud puffs appear in a whimsical drift,
As if smiling at sun's trysts, of yesterday.

All is well, as well will be, like the union of
Night and day. Yin and yang.

A metallic sound, a tinkling of chimes,
Tried to call attention, but a raucous din,
Of passing birds, exclaimed to poet's ear,
To words and to wit.
© gillena cox 2015


Written in response to Susan's prompt today
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Unity


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Monday WRites 21

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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 #21, whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



AWAKENING
In the satiety of sleep
Morning light touches my skin
So lightly
I could hear a feather drop
Miles away of birds twittering
So noisily
On returning to self my temple
Of my being where i am a while
So obviously
There are many distractions
Of heat and cold void and form
So dreamily
I drift back into this realm
Where thankfulness responds
© gillena cox 2015



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