[image - Flowering Mindscape by J.Hurlbert courtesy dVerse Poets]
ARTFULLY ARRANGED
The rains, finally,
lolling through an entire day,
stringing peals of lightning
to thunder bolts.
The bougainvillea shower down
from their cozy boughs,
they drop
to assemble on the ground
like tiny paper lanterns.
Sometimes they take flight,
like that bluebird of yesterday
to perch on my mind,
offering me dreams of fantasy and favour,
wherein my headband sprouts
huge bouquet of words
LIKE A DOLL'S HOUSE
The old house stands for years as good old houses do. Residents come and go. Sometimes whole families. They putter and paint. But have the good sense to keep that doll's house look.
Seems the Rainy Season has really started. Its a rainy Monday today, raining since early dawn, nonstop. As a child when i was growin up Corpus Christi which is this Thursday used to be the marker for the start of the Rainy Season for those folks who didnt look to the Met Office.
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#32 - Rain Drop Dancing
RISE PAN MAN
When far away an interrupted cry pierced fevered brow, he tossed and sweated back to existence of now. He awoke inquiring "where is grandfather?" the first words to be uttered from his blistered lips.
This decision weighed heavy on his shoulders. He had to settle this one alone. Grandfather had gone to that winged place in the sky where clouds sat beneath ones feet and rain was ones footstool.
Should he go for pan-around-the-neck, as the elders before him did or should he shine in the newness of modern day pan sticks knocking music from the light of moon in the main street of St James.
We Beat Festival 2019 is on going
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#31 - How Does Your Garden Grow?
All the blooms in today's mosaic is from the same Bougainvillea shrub, The first time this plant flowered i got greenish white blooms, then i got pinkish white blooms then a year i got pinkish white blooms with one bunch of blooms displaying a scarlet bract. This year i'm getting orangy reds scarlet and one bunch of pinkish white. What can i say, its got a mind of its own, and i'm loving the experience
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#30 - Movin' and Shakin' in May
[Today is a prose Sunday, no poetry. 'Chagrin' is written for Poets United where Magaly is prompting asking for prose.]
CHAGRIN
I hugged a tree once, its bark was so soft and velvety. It was a Paperbark Tree, at the Wild Fowl Trust in Point Fortin. There were trees, fruit trees in the yard, in Chaguanas, when i was a child. I loved those trees. I never climbed any of them, because girls were forbidden to climb trees, back then.
When i came to live in the city, trees took on a new spectacular appearance. There were entire trees covered in colour. "Easter time is absolutely the best time of the year" - I strongly believe, that is what the Poui trees think, as they break out in blossoming bunches. On some trees flowers are yellow, almost golden. On some trees flowers are pink.
To look at them then, there is no desire of contemplating The Tree or The Wood of Crucifixion. But rather, desire is to contemplation on the theme of new life, through mercy, forgiveness and redemption. Love from our Poui trees now colour days yellow and pink.
The genus Tabebuia covers these splendid trees. They remain green for the most part of the year. They are quiet somber trees, tall and comely, standing in peripheral spots around The Queen Park Savannah in Port of Spain. When wearing their green leaves, they blend in with other trees, to the extent, that one might even speculate to the Poui's chagrin a tree is a tree.
Well anyway those tree watchers who take trees for granted will. Those who neglect the shape of a tree trunk, the branching of twigs. They will class them just trees. Punishing them for wearing only green leaves.
The Poui is one of the largest and strongest of tropical forest trees, growing up to 150 feet tall while the base can be 4 to 7 feet in diameter. All the leaves are shed early in the dry season, usually in January and February and new leaves do not appear for three to four months. The wood provides a wide range of uses as it is a source of timber for people of the Caribbean. It is resistant to salt water, termites, and other insects making it a viable option in boat making, decking and other wood related projects. Poui tree wood is actually used on Coney Island for the boardwalks as it is very durable.
['Contemplating Peace Carolyn M. Abrams Art' from google]
OF PEACE
The wings of the butterfly are not still
They are white, flapping in the breeze
The colour of the sky is not overcast
It is the azure of a bright sunny day
The absence of birdsong is not disturbing
It is fleeting and transient
They will be there again maybe in a second
Maybe in an hour, who knows
