Wednesday, September 2, 2020

750

JOY OF REST - A FOLD
Now today, i shall rest in my words
I will lay there slumbering still
A crumb of laziness, like those birds
Perched on branch of hushed sunlight
Latched there, i shall rest in my words
Breathing silence, inhaling oxymorons
Ignoring the cacaphony of a virus, stirred
Like dandelion seeds on whiffs of normalcy
No way shall i dance to anything i have heard
Simmering in flavours of spicy metaphors
Countenance today: i shall rest in my words.
JOY OF REST - A FOLD © gillena cox 2020

NOTE
How to construct The Fold Poem HERE
and HERE



Blog hopping today with

Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #35: The Joy of Rest

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GOTHIC ARCHES









Monday, August 31, 2020

Monday WRites 261


[Mosaic 1: Independence greeting, i am making face masks to give as gifts, & a red ixora bloom from my garden]


[Mosaic 2: family fun - origami done with family members, prompts via what app messages March and April 2020]


BOOK CLUB DAYS
Book club days, days of talk of stories read. And too, so much more to these sessions. Birthday cakes and birthday songs, even those who thought they couldn't sing would join in.

Food fashioned after stories read, muffins, pelau, sandwiches juices, wine. All these foods finding their platters at our meeting table.

And then those days we leave the meeting room to socialize a bit. Walks, rainforest trips, hikes, all bringing us together as we fashion our own stories that we may look back on.

as soft as velvet
the paperbark tree receives
hugs from the book club
© gillena cox 2020


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You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #261: A Happy Monday to all AND
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE TO T&T




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Blog hopping today with

Mosaic Monday
#94: Family Fun

AND


Haibun Monday 8/31/20: Take a Hike!
Prompted by Frank J. Tassone


REVISIT
31 August 2017
31 August 2015



ENJOY THE MUSIC: God Bless Our Nation (Instrumental) - Narendra Maharaj









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Monday, August 24, 2020

Monday WRites 260


[today's Mosaic: leaf of caladium, ixora flowers red and yellow and spider lily leaves and flowers]

CORONA APOLOGIA
What a bummer
This novel corona stunner

Shush-ing planet earth with mouth and nose gear
Calling us super heroes if we wear

Our mask of Covid 19 protocol

Maybe there was just soo much name calling
And too much cussing

We are sorry Ma!
© gillena cox 2020

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Our churches have been lock down again. The SEA exam for children 11 plus was held last week - not as virtual exercise but a physical event, though schools are still locked down. we are still battling to flatten the curve.

You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #260: A Happy Monday to all


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Blog hopping today with

Quadrille #110: Shall we bum around a bit?
CHALLENGE: Just write a poem of precisely 44 words, including some form of the word bum.



REVISIT
24 August 2016






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Friday, August 21, 2020

746



HOT CHILIES DANG!
earth healing ward
ssh noise to a minimum
keep footsteps and

laughter in paper bags
meat and dairy in cold
storage within rage

of pheasant birds
ancient romance to wild feasts
where belong daggers

that a swallow might
scream for dinner wear blacktie
and stilettos plss
© gillena cox 2020


BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #33: “swallow screams for dinner”

Prompted by Magaly with a line from C Sandlin's poem Telling Stories


AND


OPEN lINK NIGHT
On This Day…


REVISIT
21 August 2019
21 August 2017
21 August 2016


Monday, August 17, 2020

Monday WRites 259


[In today's mosaic 2 words and neem leaves]

NEW WORLD BEHIND THE MASK
Bared lips ruby red and for the daring, dark shades easing into black. They showed their souls when they stared, angrily, cheerfully, tentatively.

This was the world of the western patterns, wild women who stood up to everything. Were there a cause, their uncoverd lips spewed criticism.

Clearly audibly words left their lips.; like the singing of psalms, sometimes reverently. When it is over said and done, it was a time and there was never enough of it.

It all happened so quickly though, the muffled voices behind the masks. The necessary cordorning of space. A sentence of worldwide meter. Man women and child speaking now behind the mask.
NEW WORLD BEHIND THE MASK © gillena cox 2020

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You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #259: A Happy Monday to all

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Blog hopping today with

Mosaic Monday
#93: Wide Open Spaces (A.K.A. "The Little Rav That Could")

AND


Prosery Monday: A Time
Prompted to use the lines from Allison Adelle Hedge Coke, “A Time”
“when it is over said and done
it was a time
and there was never enough of it.”



REVISIT
17 August 2016
17 August 2015




ENJOY THE MUSIC: Stevie Wonder - A Time To Love feat. India Arie

Wednesday, August 12, 2020

744


[image from google dot com]

A PIROUGE - FOLD
The pirogue, sped across the water;
Vacations are like that, gliding
Hours, fleeting minutes, and after
The memories, you looking back;
To the pirogue, sped across the water.
Crossing, to go to the quaint little town,
Shopping for souvenirs, sorta
Like stamped names on everything,
Must follow you home, to better
Say, i went shopping in St Georges Grenada,
Where, the pirogue sped across the water.
© gillena cox 2020

How to construct The Fold Poem HERE
and HERE

I have not gone anywhere on vacation in a very long time so when i saw the prompt today i decided to write based on memories
Blog hopping today with

Come Sail


REVISIT
12 August 2019
12 August 2017
12 August 2016

Monday, August 10, 2020

Monday WRites 258


[In today's mosaic: 2 words and abstract art]

GARDEN QUADRILLE
Pinks and yellows of ixoras, little fairy umbrellas, open to moon beams and sun rays.

Fake straitions of peacock gingers, on whose leaves, marks of proud statements say.

How many furls, will a bougainville bract, need to hide her tiny tiny white blossoms away.
© gillena cox 2020

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You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #258: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧ Today is General Elections here in Trinidad and Tobago

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Blog hopping today with

Mosaic Monday
#92: Shakin' It Up

AND


Quadrille Monday : Garden


REVISIT
10 August 2017
10 August 2016
10 August 2015