Monday WRites 212

[all photos in today mosaic are oldies some you may have seen singly before]

WHETHER WEATHER
What's the weather like in your part of the world?
Weather you are in the throes of summer
Or whitewashed under winters's stole
The task is to weather those life storms
In gentle hope in your part of the world
Pray, plan, please our planet kindly
Submit to a higher wiser knowing spirit to hold
Us once more in tender embrace
We do not own this planet, we manage it, i'm told
Caregivers all: you and me, neighbours and friends
Steady, reins of stewardship, in your part of the world
WHETHER WEATHER © gillena cox 2019

how to construct The Fold poem


Hoping the weather is kind to you where ever you may be
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Mosaic Monday #34 - Hail!

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Blue Monday: Hints of Blue


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TO SCHOOL AND BACK
As a child i walked to school and back
Holding my younger sister's hand we went our way
Our school bags had straps, we sang songs of knapsacks
We walked in plain white sneakers called (crepesoles)
Laced up the front, we walked to school and back
We scrubbed and whitened with liquid white polish
Our (crepesoles); laces we washed then laced them back
Walking home from school, there were stop points
Mango trees, Tamarind trees, boys pelted stones, whack!
Fruit fell, we all, girls and boys scrambled a few
Though far, we walked all the same to school and back
TO SCHOOL AND BACK © gillena cox


Blog hopping today with

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Walk



THIS POEM IS A DRY DAY, A LITTLE ADVENTURE, A BRIDGE
This poem is a dry day
This poem is a little adventure
This poem is a bridge

The mud, still squelching after the rain,
Leaves nothing to anyone's gain,
Least of all to a timid little girl,
Her hair forever sets in a stray curl,
This poem is a dry day.

They set out to go to a school friend's house,
Why does she have to be such a mouse?
We all walk in sapats with tyre straps,
Our wooden soles sounds a racket in laps,
This poem is a little adventure.

Oh come on we all walked across the plank
Why didn't you stay back if you're such a blank
Come on, the wooden plank is sturdy
Oh come on cross over cross over hurry
This poem is a bridge

This poem is a dry day, this poem is a little adventure, this poem is a bridge
THIS POEM IS A DRY DAY, A LITTLE ADVENTURE, A BRIDGE
© gillena cox


Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Bridge





DURABLY BAD
Plastic Bag looked might sad
We choked some whales a tad
Surely we are out
Without any doubt
They say we are just durably bad
DURABLY BAD © gillena cox


Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Plastic bag




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26 June 2017

Monday WRites 211

CONTEMPLATING COLOUR AND VIBE
The mighty sun finds us lost in the vibrancy of our Caribbean hues. Talking a walk in the hot sun without a hat or umbrella is common place. People are accustomed to these hot temperatures, we were born into it. Though there is much talk lately of Dry Seasons hotter and drier than back then, those day of our childhood.

Even more so of course on Days of The Carnival parades though the streets on Monday and Tuesday when the road belongs to the bands of costumed revelers, when colour finds itself imbued in souls celebrating this same sun.

It is easy to find oneself steeped in the rhythm of the day, as care and stress is lost to the music and the vibe. There art is flowing its liquid visceral vibe through the streets. Quite unlike the walls of the somber gallery where we can stand and gape.

a musing of colour
there to lose and find oneself
in framed canvas
CONTEMPLATING COLOUR AND VIBE © gillena cox 2019

I viewed a collection of works by Trinidadian artist Carlise Harris last week and am sharing in my mosaic today.
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Mosaic Monday
#33 - Roses, Rainbowsand Reflections

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Blue Monday: Hints of Blue

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Haibun Monday–Lost and Found: Nature’s Magic


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[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

I put water into a vase
and arrange my sentences
so artfully.
ARTFULLY ARRANGED © gillena cox


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Meet Jackie Hurlbert


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Poets United Mid Week Motif ~ garden

Monday WRites 210

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.

white paint -
adding that quaint decor
to the old fret work
LIKE A DOLL'S HOUSE © gillena cox 2019

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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Mosaic Monday
#32 - Rain Drop Dancing

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Impersonator


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Quadrille #82 – Fretboard of Poetry


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REVISIT
17 June 2017


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Monday WRites 209

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.

This flu drenched him in rivers of orange juice, but he rose strong and vigorous. Should he stand behind the tenor pan in the medium band or carry his leather strap to hoist his pan around his neck.
RISE PAN MAN © gillena cox 2019

We Beat Festival 2019 is on going
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Mosaic Monday
#31 - How Does Your Garden Grow?

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heart:


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Prosery #1
Challenge: Write me a story using maximum 144 words that has to include the following line: When far away an interrupted cry

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REVISIT
10 June 2017
10 June 2015
We Beat 2018

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of The St James Tripolians Steel Band

Monday WRites 208

THE QUESTION OF DRAGONS
"Dragons!" She exclaimed. "You must be joking. There are absolutely no castles around these parts. There are storybooks and flower gardens. If dragon be what today you seek, then i would suggest, try one of those."
clouds adrift
in azure sky -
her pointing finger
THE QUESTION OF DRAGONS © gillena cox 2019

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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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Mosaic Monday
#30 - Movin' and Shakin' in May

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Ruby Tuesday Too:
Covered Wagon


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Quadrille #81
– Here there be {poem} dragons

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REVISIT
27 May 2015


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REVISIT
3 June 2015