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Caterpillars In My Plumerias

Yesterday, was held, A National Day of Prayer. We are still in our 3rd lockdown, and in A State of Emergency here in Trinidad and Tobago.

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And, there are caterpillars in my plumerias. I did googling on Caterpillars and found some  interesting info:

The life cycle of Caterpillar symbolizes times when you're dealing with potential and transformation. Caterpillars are associated with good luck and new birth. The caterpillar represents new birth and new foundation and is a symbol of good luck in the early phase of new actions. Caterpillars usually signify a need for gentle and quiet approaches to our activities and endeavors. The caterpillar spirit animal teaches you the importance of patience. You need to wait .When this spirit guide finds its way into your life, you achieve steady progress in everything you do. Yes, you may be a bit slow, but your progress is steady and admirable.

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Welcome to Monday WRites #299: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.

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Haibun Monday 5-24-21: Flower moon
Decked in our 'glad to be out of the house wear'. We sit around tables in the church yard. The plates and cups are made of plastic, so are the forks and spoons. But the table cloths are of the kind, if you spill anything on it, i will have have to be put in the washer, to be laundered and then it must be ironed.
Most of us know one another. A few have brought in a sister or brother, neighbour or a friend. It's a bright night and we sit in an uncovered space, the car park. The old church at that time is still with us, and we pray fervently for our new refurbished church at every opportunity we come together.
How come there is that large lamp over there? The Park and the police station are that way.
churchyard gathering -super moon officiatesat our supperWe Gather © gillena cox 2021[haibun written in the classical present tense about an event which happened long ago]

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REVISIT
24 May 2017
bright moon 2016
must be the moon 2018

804

Bread and toothpaste,
and a bellyful of smile
that's the way the pandemic,
wings the tarmac

Eye lashes and Masks
Cover those important words
unspoken yet conveyed
Keep those thoughts stored

Appointment and jab
Before a vaccine dab
two doses of sleepless nights,
eyes peeled microscopic visions

All our heroes applaud
Songs of gratitude to laud
Faces uncovered for smiling lips
And a hug at every corner, bliss.
ONWARD TO POST PANDEMIC © gillena cox 2021>

REVISIT
19 May 2018
.12 May 2017
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Today's Mosaic 'Orange Bougainvillea On My Walk (from my archives)

We are in still in our 3rd lockdown  and we are now in A State of Emergency here in Trinidad and Tobago 🇹🇹

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#131: Wrapping up the Epic Road Trip

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Quadrille Monday: What’s in a word? The prompt word today is the homograph 'wound' 

❧✿❧ Wound, tight as a bobbin of sewing thread, She was now that path angels feared to tread 
One of those days, when mothers spurned, Into monsters turned  
Cooking, washing, cleaning, To top it of, the boy gets in a fightBringing home his wound. 

Bringing Home © gillena cox 2021

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17 May 2018
17 May 2017
Wounded Love

802

Run! run inside, fast fast
Stay there, yes! stay indoors
Don't come out! wash your hands, sanitize too
Don't ask - but why. It's the
New normal boogeyman
He is real; real as can be, we are being hunted.
New Normal Boogeyman © gillena cox 2021

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12 May 2020
.12 May 2018
...till the next hunt

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DVerse Live 13th May

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Mosaic: Flowers at The Table.

Green Bananas. Here in T&T we say  Green Figs. We cook them

The pretty flowers are from The Crown of Thorns

 

We are in still in our 3rd lockdown from here in Trinidad and Tobago. 

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#130: Keeping Her Memory Alive

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Prosery: Here’s the thing about existingChallenge: to use the words "Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things"
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We are wearing the mask, in those places where the virus poses a threat to our humanity. Our voices may sound muffled at first, however our ears learn again to listen, more attentively.
So now we hear every word fresh and new, clear and sounded.
 Listen we must; to cautions of distancing, sanitizing, hand washing, isolating. The word 'we' holds deeper meaning: within distance of oceans and horizons, no longer constraining boundaries as of before.
The consciousness of a higher power appeals to  us all
In this now then, only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things

TO A HIGHER POWER © gillena cox 2021

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10 May 2018
10 May 2017
...mouth of griots

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This stitchaiga first published at my blog Lunch Break

THIS PLACE
Who would have thought this place could
be so now; without hug-up, and shoulder slaps
or people laughing: hard hard, loud loud
and the streets bare, like a bald headed man
Who would have thought this place could
exist in the annuals of our history, so soon
No tabla, no tassa no steelpan would
dare to enliven a crowded street, because
we court death, for corona virus strains, could
wipeout any dancing street of Trinidad and Tobago
to a page subtitled long time this place could.
© gillena cox 2021

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BUS TOUR
...Queens Park Savannah
...St James


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We are in another lockdown from last Thursday nigh, here in Trinidad and Tobago. We got to got our act together, we are a social kind of people but this is Ccovid 19. We have to continue to keep the distance protocol. It is for our own good.

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#129: Under the Weather

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Quadrille #127: Planting Seeds
❧✿❧PLANTED SEEDS - A QUATRAINIt takes just  tiny bits of caution, Trowelled into soil of  sensible worth,Watered with those wise right protocols To cultivate in  long term, populations,Happy again, to move about, To gather, to smile, to hug.Standing side by side,Under blossoming good health 

© gillena cox 2021

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3 May 2018
3 May 2018
...seeds well sown