Monday WRites 131

DOVE RONDELET
one dove sits in the Cherry tree,
aura of morning sky serene,
one dove sits in the Cherry tree,
clasp of tiny pink feet to boughs, like
faithful fingers to rosary beads,
and dewdrop to wild grasses feeds
one dove sits in the Cherry tree.
DOVE RONDELET © gillena cox 2017

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A Happy November to all
❧✿❧Posting late today so, a good afternoon to all; and, i will continue these November Mondays with Rondelet poems ❧✿❧

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).
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[fox image from pixabay]


FOX RONDELET
the quick brown fox,
where was he when the moon was new?
the quick brown fox,
to the Olympics he should go;
here his leap would be met i'm sure,
with gain and applause, all this for,
the quick brown fox.

Marian has prompted us to write a Rondelet.

Here is one written by Charles Henry Luders (1889)
A RONDELET
Is just seven verses rhymed on two.
A rondelet
Is an old jewel quaintly set
In poesy--a drop of dew
Caught in a roseleaf. Lo! For you,
A rondelet.

Hope you enjoyed my silly little ditty; my first Rondelet - FOX RONDELET


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[St Michael image from google]


KISMET
She lies you know, that braggart
Cousin Coucous!
Oh, she met, Michelle Obama at
The hairdressers!

Between sips of tea, i said to my dear cousin:

Down there in doldrums,
Dark is the only vision seen
And shadows are plated
From breakfast to supper

Dreams are those times you reckon with surreal

It was neither winter nor summer.
That time, my first meeting Michael,
He was wearing his brown skins.
As a kind of kismet

They do that you know, angels are chameleon

The span of knowledge Heaven holds,
Fastens many a wonderer
In diaphanous skein
Exceedingly awesome

Neither day nor night sat on its hunches

Neither cloud nor rainbow
Thus, could ride the moment,
Here he was at the edge of real
So brilliant was his aura,

Strength of another worthless tyrant absorbed

My soul knew his guardianship
My spirit he had so awakened
"Taste and see" he said, "of goodness,"
"And relish the nectar of hope"
KISMET © gillena cox 2017

Isadora Gruye at Real Toads prompted: Write about a relative's encounter with a famous person. That's all. The encounter doesn't have to have actually happened. And the famous person does not need to be living or even from the same era.

My poem though, having an ilk of its own strayed a little out of focus into a very self-centred shift: my apologies; AND, i do not have a cousin Coucous.

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11 November 2016


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Monday WRites 130

ALL THINGS TOMATO


should
the
urge to
eat this dish
kick in i suppose
the best thing is just to give in
a healthy berry so why deny oneself this treat
© gillena cox 2017


Notes
Fibonacci syllable count: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34; i went to 13 syllable in my poem

Why corn is a fruit, tomatoes are berries, rhubarb is a vegetable, and strawberries are neither

Jollof Rice is a Nigerian Tomato/rice dish

❧✿❧My version of Jollof Rice [one serving]❧✿❧
cook 1/3 cup of rice [set aside]
chop 2 tomatoes
crush one large clove of garlic
Add ghee to a hot saucepan
Saute garlic
Add tomtoes
Add ginger just a pinch[i used powdered ginger]
Add cayenne pepper to your taste[i used powdered cayenne pepper]
[Add any other of your favourite spices]
Stir cooking until the tomatoes are soft and paste-y
Add rice and salt to taste
Stir in tomato ketchup
Stir in 1 teaspoon peanut butter [optional]
Cover and turn off flame
Leave for 2-3 minutes Let the flavours Blend
Turn off heat
And it ready to be plated and eaten Bon Appétit!!!

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A Happy November to all
❧✿❧ Sunday, that's yesterday I cooked myself some Jollof Rice and some roasted chicken. The first photo in the mosaic is that of my Jollof Rice just simmering before I turned off the stove yesterday. I added some of my old tomato photos to make today's mosaic ❧✿❧

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 #130, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites




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Kerry over at the imaginary garden gave us this photo as our weekend prompt. Since i'm already in mood Christmas i wrote this tanka

giving all she got
she sweeps the nard with her locks
across his feet
just like the little Drummer Boy
giving of his music
© gillena cox 2017


Note
John 12:3 - nard a biblical reference
The Little Drummer Boy- a Christmas carol


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A BABY IN THE BARN
November, ah November
You edge up close to stars,
Mangers, and wise men on camel backs;
Gifted men in mind and heart.

Layers of dessert dust,
Coating the feet of beast and men;
No burdens too heavy to carry,
For such is the weight of majesty.

A stone, thrown for miles of earthly measure,
Rest at the door of an inn;
Awaiting guest to the barn,
Where animals witness in hay and humility.

The first cries from a baby’s throat,
Not of their kind, but oh so blessed;
To share the future right there,
When man and beast will reside in peace.
A BABY IN THE BARN © gillena cox 2017

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DOCUMENTING SOME SAINTS
I'll document today to the saint of hope in azure skies,
In yellow breast of kiskadee, fluttering through leafy bowers,
To hummingbird visits, even though skittish and fleeting.

I'll document today to the saint of faith,
In the Autumn of my friends far across the oceans deep and wide,
As i sweep and heap yellow Plumeria leaves fallen
In golden Caribbean sunlight right here in my backward.



I'll document today to the saint of trust;
believing in tomorrows as i watch butterfly wings
Open and close over straddled wild Fever Few flowers,
And that dove who hears my footsteps
But decides its time to flee,
Her brown feathers taken in flight of my gaze,
You flee, still i see you.

I'll document today to the saint of gratitude,
As the old mango stump stands,
Weather eaten and decaying
Over the fresh pink blossoms of Vinca,
Seated near the speckled pink of green Elephant Ears,
In harmonious conversation of garden dwelling.

I'll document today to the saint of thanksgiving;
For the raindrops of yesterday
And the fresh dew-dropped morning light of today
Knowing some who hunger will be fed still
A daily bread by some saints
Today and tirelessly tomorrow.
DOCUMENTING SOME SAINTS © gillena cox 2017

A Happy ALL SAINTS DAY To all Visitors today. May we strive to rhythm our footsteps to those of the saints



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1 November 2016

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