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PIZZA! - A FOLD
Really, it was just one of those days;
The sky was blue, the clouds fluffy;
Dark clouds however, have their sneaky ways;
They creep into your bones, instead of the sky;
Lethargy without reason, fill those days;
Sighs: long, lingering and repeated out breaths;
Jostle space; in an air, sunlight, sadness,, maze;
A tiny idea zooms larger and larger, make a pizza!
Yummy! some solutions are so simple for those days
PIZZA! © gillena cox 2020

NOTE
How to construct The Fold Poem
HERE
and HERE


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Weekly Scribblings #24: When All Else Fails…


REVISIT
17 June 2019
17 June 2017
17 June 2019


It's Raining here in T&T today
KEEP SAFE WHEREVER YOU ARE

Monday WRites 250

[If you click on the arrow, it takes you to the page where you can assemble the jigsaw pieces]

Good Morning friends of Monday WRites. What's your Monday like so far? The photo accompanying this post is really an online jigsaw puzzle of the old church building where i worship here in St James Trinidad. The church was closed in 2014 for renovations and reopened anew in October 2019. So it doesn't look anything like the photo now.
Closed again due to covid19 pandemic lockdown closing of all churches schools etc. This weekend all churches were reopened again here in T&T, with the easing of lockdown in phases.
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or
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Mosaic Monday
#84: Going Home


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Quadrille #106


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HE DRUMMED
A gift saying all i have,
from a heart pure and innocent,
to match a coming into this life
of strive and sin.
A rthymn so great in its giving,
sounds from a little boy,
who drummed to a baby,
majestic in a manger.
© gillena cox 2020


REVISIT
15 June 2017
15 June 2015


STAY SAFE

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STARS AT NIGHT - A FOLD
Most highest high, pass the stars at night,
A wondrous love dwells above the clouds.
Born again by water thus, our birthright,
There in the upper room sealed his desire;
For each one of us, pass the stars at night,
Of fire given through our friend and brother,
With tongues, gifts universal set he the sight.
The Word to be told, the Word to be light,
Guiding those lost out of places dark to safety;
Serene pasture of verdant providence in reach,
Of each one of us, pass the stars at night.
STARS AT NIGHT © gillena cox 2020


NOTE
How to construct The Fold Poem
HERE
and HERE

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Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #23: By Means Of Music

Sanaa asks "For today's challenge, I want you all to draw inspiration from the YouTube Playlist" she has given.
I chose for my inspiration COLDPLAY - A Sky Full Of Stars



REVISIT
10 June 2019
10 June 2017
10 June 2015

Monday WRites 249

[Another June Jumble - 'Yellow Center of Today': Plumeria, Dessert Rose, Pinwheel Jasmine all from my garden today]

Welcome June and here in Trinidad and Tobago, The Wet Season.
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Prosery Monday: Different Directions
Asked to write using a line from
'An Aspect of Love, Alive in the Ice and Fire' By Gwendolyn Brooks
a piece of flash fiction of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line.
We go in different directions down the imperturbable street.

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CORONA'S BOX
It was time for the opening. They emptied the contents of crowned shaped dust all over the surface of planet earth.

Mornings became quiet now except for the whistling and chirping birds letting all and sundry know that the new day had merged from night to dawn to morning. This was The New Eerie Time.

The Lords Obedient all proclaimed throughout the planet: there will be no church going, no beach going, no school going, no hugging, no assembling, no kissing, no partying. This is the Era of The New Lord No.

He he he He he he; a sinister low laughter was heard by some.

"Close the restuarants! Close the barbers and hairdressers! Yes you can wear face masks!" "Yes meh Lord they answered" And so we go in different directions down the imperturbable street. But flowers still bloomed in earth's soil.
© gillena cox 2020


REVISIT
8 June 2015

STAY SAFE

Monday WRites 248

Today's mosaic I call June Jumble: I went to my blog Lunch Break and took 4 June photos from years (2006 -Flamboyant Tree. 2007 - Caricature flowers, 2008 - Bougainvillea, and 2009 candle Bush Floral spikes), combined them for this June Jumble.

Wishing all A Happy Monday: Goodbye May Welcome June
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#82: Emerging


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#Quadrille #105
Cry Havoc and Let ‘SLIP’ the Dogs of War




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STEPPING OUT IN FAITH
Hers was a slip of the tongue;
What she really wanted to articulate,
Was the way her mind had sung,
That day not so long ago at the gate,
To her new normal lifestyle adventure,
Que sera sera,
Who knew this day would come.
STEPPING OUT IN FAITH © gillena cox 2020




REVISIT
1 June 2017
1 May 2015

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IT WASN'T JUST MIDNIGHT
It was the middle of the night,
And there a thing so scary;

A shadow carved in the dark
Unmoving, it craved screams;

Ah but she stood her ground,
Ha! she exclaimed, look at you

Shaped like a minotaur, nonsense!
Phased to this not that not this;

Couldn't even make up your mind.
Neve! you are absolutely useless.
IT WASN'T JUST MIDNIGHT © gillena cox


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Weekly Scribblings #21: Anagrams


REVISIT
27 May 2019
27 May 2015

Monday WRites 247

[A Periwinkle mosaic today, photos - some old some new]


Wishing all A Happy Monday
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Mosaic Monday
#81: Learning My Lessons (or a Garden Tour with Dad)


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Haibun Monday
Meet Piet

Kim's prompt today is this image which is to inspire a haibun from us.


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Structured colourful pieces fit so nicely, locking one end into another. No wonder kids love it. Leggo blocks I believe, are designed to fit the fantasy of every idealist I am sure.

If it cannot fit, it's not meant to be. No surprises, no challenges, no adventure, no revolution. Just the plain and simple square knot into the correct square hole.

And in this compelling game of bonding, grandparents and grandchildren loose themselves, regardless of weather or time of day. I reflect on pre covid days. I miss my granddaughter. A video call is just not the same thing as a visit.

floral patterns
on billowing drapes -
a crawling ant
© gillena cox 2020


Working from my lap top again HAPPY


REVISIT
25 May 2018
25 May 2017
25 May 2015





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