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COLLECTIVE GOLIATH

There used to be a moon leading like a star would.
There used to be people, crowds of them in the auditorium park.
There used to be corn soup vendors late into the wee hours of morning.

Street festivals are a historic memorabilia.
Something kids will google with enthusiasm.
Curiosity feeding the research fire.

It took only the tiniest of living things to make of us all a collective Goliath.
© gillena cox 2021

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Weekly Scribblings #60: Troubled Relationships

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SPOTS AND STRIPES

CREDIT

Echo and Narcissus 1630 by Poussin

The Story of Echo and Narcissus is one of the most enduring tales from Greek mythology, and the tale of self-love and unrequited love is one which has been told and adapted over many hundreds of years. READ MORE HERE

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10 March 2017
Chargin
When The Children Parade

Yellow Narcissus image from Bing

Monday WRites 288

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Happy International Women's Day to all women visiting today  

You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 

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#121: Road Trippin Part 7

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QuadrilleSwift
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FLIGHT TO THE GODSSwiftly to fly awayOn wings through sky that wayHow wonderous dreams do say
That birds aloneAre bound air bright have shownIrony of man in magical pearly abalone For smoke reaches the Gods in stealthSlowly from shell of purifying wealth© gillena cox 2021
#NOTEIn some Native American cultures, the shell of the abalone is used to burn sage. They believe the combined spiritual power of abalone and sage would take their messages to their Gods.Read more...
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8 March 2018
first woman blood
a woman chosen

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BUTTON NOSE OF A DACHSHUND 

At the edge of silence

A voice, a name pronounced right

Covid 19 protocols observed

We meet at the gate, but the puppy, sans mask

A bottle of wine is always welcome

Fringe benefits for a surprise visit

I respond to my name knowing and 

recognizing the call of a sibling

Long-time-no-see

© gillena cox

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Open Link Night #285: On This Day…
Linking back to the prompt Poetics — Edges and Fringes

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4 March 2020
4 March 2019
4 March 2016

Monday WRites 287

Lenten Stickers

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Welcome March. The fasting and penitence continues, Season of Lent.  

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#120: February Thrills and Chills

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Haibun MondayWalk with me down Memory Lane
DIFFERENT KINDS OF ABODEMany of the houses are wooden. Some are mud houses with thatched roofs. The latter i find amazing. People live there in sunshine and rain.
My house is a wooden house. The steps are many to get from the fowl coop and the kitchen downstairs to the main house upstairs. At the back of my house is brick house and from there the grunt of pigs can be heard as they slop the mush. 
The headteacher's  just before my house (as the house numbers dictate) is a brick house, even though there is a dirt oven downstairs and a wooden area for the animals.
the sad eyes of cowschewing chewing chewinglate into the evening

© gillena cox 2021

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Tiny Candles - A Haibun
Eagle - A Haibun
Glass Stilletos - A Haibun

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SCALLOP DREAMS 

I am not yet a butterfly having the agenda 

To scallop through gardens blooming;

Nor the spirit to lightly skip through pollen 

On a breakfast menu of morning glories;

What if the wind should rip a wing 

When i emerge delicate, 

from my chrysalis of darkness and bliss;

Asleep to the wonders of pain and joy

Unknownst to clouds on a bright sunny day;

Cumulus clouds puffy and white

Wistful and alluring to the drama

Of a meadow unkempt

Of grasses waving below

© gillena cox 2021

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25 February 2019
25 February 2015
A-Z Rosebud 2016

Monday WRites 286

Mosaic 1 - Lenten Stiickers

Mosaic2 -Jigsaw Puzzle - Seeking

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We are in the Season of Lent. The Carnival Season is over. A more sober mood of fasting and penitence prevails.  

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#119: Feeding Tummies and Souls

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Going…Going…Gone Poeming {Quadrille #122}
GOING QUADRILLEWho goes to the seaside to gather coal?I never would have imagined your days gone cold,had i not ventured in holiday mode,Once and once again to my dear sister's abodeWho goes to the seaside to gather coal. Nobody  i know🙃© gillena cox 2021
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22 Feb 2016
22 Feb 2017
...where is this poem going

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Last of my Carnival Past mosaics for 2021

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It's Carnival Monday here in Trinidad and Tobago, jouvert (dirty mas)  starts the adult street parades, however this pandemic year 2021 was quiet compared. The Carnival Season ends tomorrow. Though the spirit and vibe is present, the pandemic prevents crowd activities.  The music did  keep us in the mood and the new normal fostered all sorts of creatives: virtuals fetes, workshops,  and talk shops and look backs through the carnival archives and virtual competitions. 

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SOME OF MY JOUVERT POEM LINKS
how it starts raucous music high five mud mas inhibitions peeled primal self frenzy chocolate covered bathed in fun loving
jouvert revellers jouvert a renku

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#118: Another Revolution Around The Sun

ANDProsery: The Song of Wandering AengusPrompted to use the Lines, in a prose not more than 144 words long.I went out to the hazel wood,Because a fire was in my head

A FAIRY AFIRE

Nine hazel trees waved in the sun hot breeze. Fish in the pond jumped and frolicked below, in the shade of windswept boughs.

Who knows whether they were Salmon or Tilapia, as the report goes, they were fish. Fish who thought their sanctuary sacred. So much so, they lived peacefully among lazy caiman which ate their weight of water hyacinths in said dreamy haven. 

Till one day, a fire fairy wandered in from the next glen. She was so broken, her whole being ached from the longing for her unfaithful lover.

She sat under one hazel, head bowed, wings drooping, cradling  sorrow. This was  too much for her to bear. Before she exploded into a million tiny fiery bits headed toward the sun, she heard her own heart speak: "I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head"

© gillena cox 

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