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UNWRAPPING
Crinkling noises, crystal clear, like cellophane wrappings
Tug at my heart strings;
Where once, Cupid's arrows whizzed past in a frenzy of kisses;
So steaming hot, this February month,
When all of passion's senses rush by, in finely powered sugar;
Sweet are the clouds, sweet the air,
Intoxicating chocolate lovers, to bated breath awaiting
Smiles, in red rose petals;
Hinting at always, and evermore, to waltz in the bliss
Of perfumed thorns, no one realizes;
With just a slight tug of ribbon, the memories escape.
UNWRAPPING © gillena cox 2016


Written for Prompt Nights [6]
– To Love would be Sublime

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SO MUCH
so much depends
upon
the weight of wheels
whether
the track of heavy tanks
roll in
potatoes for pie or
bombs showering prayer wishes
to a God
seated higher than
the universe
SO MUCH © gillena cox 2016



Written for Fireblossom Friday
The Red Wheelbarrow

Monday WRites 47

MUD MAS
Early Monday morning, and de mud mas come out
An every body who is any body watching
How de mas showoff, walking 'bout
Like he own the road, de road is he own
But wat yuh expect? early Monday, when de mas come out
More whine than a winery could distill
An more mud than a pig with ah snout
Could slobber in ah lifetime
Jouvert, jouvert Monday without a doubt
Dutty smiling mud mas day
Earlier than the sun, de mud mas come out
MUD MAS © gillena cox 2016

Glossary
de - the
'bout - about
he own - his
An - And
wat - what
yuh - you
ah - a
Jouvert - starts the Carnival at pre dawn, traditionally, its very messy costuming. (mud, paint and in recent years chocolate covered bodies gyrate to early morning rhythms)
Dutty - Dirty



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 #47, ❧✿❧ Today is Carnival Monday 2016 here in Trinidad and Tobago, need i say more! ❧✿❧ Mud Mas is written in a form called The Fold. Whats your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



GRAB MY BUTTON
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Will link this to this week's open mic at
The Tuesday Platform


AND

Linking also to
Ruby Tuesdays Too

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image courtesy twentytwowords.com


KOMOREBI
I used to be a masquerader,
Happy and free;
Some years my hubby
Put the gold dust on my belly,
And some, in my belly button too
Komorebi;
Hot days, when i never ever felt the sun,
Only the music, surging through
My pores;
Of the steel bands, and the brass bands;
Rhythm and whine.
KOMOREBI © gillena cox 2016


The season of Carnival ends this week with Ash Wednesday. So much for Carnival 2016.


Written for Kerry O'Connor's
Flash 55 PLUS!


Challenge: To write a piece of poetry or prose on a subject of your choice in precisely 55 WORDS.
There is an optional extra part of this challenge, to visit twentytwowords.com and peruse the examples they give of several foreign words, describing common experiences, which have no direct English translation. And use the word, or its meaning as inspiration for your poem.

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ROAD TRIP
Penned into the road map, another red dot
Significant new spots in tour of cross country
The bus was cool but outside, it was really hot
Manzanilla beach however fanned a lesser degree
THE ROAD TRIP © gillena cox 2016


Revisit
road trip 2013.1
road trip 2013.2


written for the prompt by Herotomost
Hitting the Road.......

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[Kiskadee image from google dot com]


DIVA WITCH.1
She wasn't about to let this moment pass, no way not this diva. See, she was a witch. She had the power, she had the panache. So, she brought thumb to middle finger; of both those daring hands, and snapped. Swift, purposeful, elegant, Snap!.

[Carambola fruit; also called five finger image from google dot com]

The wine was chilled, at a just right temperature, a sparkling carambola. The mini tablecloth, checkered, shifted a little. Pinks and charcoal was her design for today. The top of the wine bottle, peaked out from the basket, Ah yes, there were rose buds too; red.
They had been apart for too long. This was her man. Fate had brought them back together. This part of the scenario, was not of her doing. It was his. He created power, he created witches, he created free will. He created this moment long ago in the annals of beginnings.

[Calabash mango image from google dot com]

Fingers snapped. And then, the questions, the amazement the wonder; all wrapped into a puzzling bundle of "How? What? wha...Is this a dream?" " No sweetheart," she replied. "This is not a dream, its a prayer answered"
So they sat on the bare tiled step. The topmost rung of the staircase. The welcome mat had disappeared. She, put a finger to his lips. Silencing him with her eyes. Let it be, just, let it be. "We are having a picnic on the steps this morning."
Near the side wall, over the galvanized roof of the garage, calabash mangoes; full rounded, though green-skinned, were ripe for the picking
wind through mango leaves -
what do they say kiskadees
when they twitter so
DIVA WITCH.1 © gillena cox 2016


“Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.
– Mark Twain

Written for Prompt Nights Truth is stranger than Fiction [5]

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image from google dot com



DOT
There are these pages in a book
Each page is dotted
Creative little hands join these dots
To a reward of surprise
Often times questioning
What is that?
When the last two dots are connected
Look! See what i have a made
A new creation, (that was already there)
Like stars in the Milky Way
DOT © gillena cox 2016


Written for Sumana's prompt
Midweek motif ~ Identity