Monday, April 11, 2022

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Hosanna: I used photos from the internet for my mosaic today 

Advent of Easter, the rituals of fasting, abstinence and more consious acts of charity, draw those faithful,  into another season of repentance and renewal.

Here in Trinidad and Tobago, the whether aggravates thirsty throats; is torrid, dry, likely to bush fires and Sahara Dust.

And yet in the mountains, savannahs, parks, the poui burst forth with its incandence of blooming, pinks and yellows, that no one can deny.

Talk what you please of future spring and sun-warm’d sweet tomorrow, here we gaze  struck in awe again and again in poui infloresence.

© gillena cox 2022

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Thursday, April 7, 2022

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AUBADE IN ORANGE STREAKS

Dawn sneaks in like trousers 

Of a lover pulled up in dim light

Leaving the blanketed night

Still asleep in dream of a tryst


She stirs slightly with a smile

Orange bliss hints to memory 

Echoing still in slippery 

Wane of cresent moon's naughty


Glow trussed between dark 

Of cloudy semblance waiting

Chords of white egrets croaking

A hankering to remain in secreting

AUBADE IN ORANGE STREAKS © gillena cox 2022


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Tuesday, April 5, 2022

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image first published HERE

The Wild Grasses
The wild grasses lean with the wind
Their pas de deux a rhythm of the mind
That synchronizes the ocean  breezes
Through seasons and transgresses
The limitations of mere mortals
The souls of passages and portals
Those pilgrims who must journey but

The wild grasses surrender and cut
Through the paces of the melody
That alludes to an inherent parody
The conscious human thinker craves
To imitate in desiring so he behaves
Though others of his kind call him crazy
The complete or adorable looney

Those wild grasses are caution free
The wild grasses grow then they rest
Their dance with the wind is the test
To grow again without question
The best or worst of a next generation
They ponder not of today or tomorrow
The coming of joy or of sorrow
page 13 Pink Crush © gillena cox 2011
published by authorhouse 


Now that my muse has kicked in; this post edited,  poem 2 added, Wednesday April 6th.

EAT
Eat greedily of children's tears
Eat wearily of soldier's boots
Eat heartily of sunflower's strewn
Eat of the mud of covetness

Eat and be nutured by today's pain
Eat, pray for forgiveness of corpses strewn

Eat now of divinity of love
Eat for the nourishment of earth's healing

Eat your fill of bird song
Eat the fruit of joy in a new day
Eat your fill of cotton candy cloud
Eat of hope in tomorrow
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Monday, April 4, 2022

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When wind is right for kite flying

And poui trees dress up for sight seeing 

Even back then in lock down days

Nature still held to her awesome ways 

No springtime for us

Even though we got the Sahara dust

Tis our Dry Season

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A season is a division of the year based on changes in weather, ecology, and the number of daylight hours in a given region. On Earth, seasons are the result of Earth’s orbit around the Sun and Earth’s axial tilt relative to the ecliptic plane. — Wikipedia 

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Thursday, March 31, 2022

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image from the internet

THE MIC PUT DOWN
Our skies, yielding grief 
As a soca icon passes on;
 Bidding goodbye in disbelief 
All those songs rekindled; 
This March sky, yielding grief. 
Young and old and in between,
 Remembering a refrain or motif; 
He chose to render to his fans, 
While building in no way brief, 
A legacy, to culture and art form; 
Soca, this March, yielding grief. 
THE MIC PUT DOWN © gillena cox 

 #At the passing of soca idol Dexter “Blaxx” Stewart,   
Titan of Soca  READ MORE HERE


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Tuesday, March 29, 2022

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 No bondage is worse than the hope of happiness.’– Carlos Fuentes, Diana: The Goddess Who Hunts Alone, Bloomsbury, 1995 

 HOPE BONDAGED

 Then let us never be free;

Of not knowing, yet hoping for,

Blue skies, even though every tree,

Is felled by an angry wind;

Too unkind.  Let us never be free,

Of the wish of sunflowers

 Blooming in every heart, key

To the door of peace and stability;

When greed ravishes the sea,

Big fish swallowing the small

In gulps, let us never be free.

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Monday, March 28, 2022

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Today's mosiac White Plumerias
 
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Haibun Monday 3-28-22

Always, the falling blossoms of sakura holds me in awe. This awe is as a result of virtual viewing. To match this, i have read about this awesome phenomenon via the internet. 

My favourite reading, is a
fable about a girl named Sakura and a tree called Yohiro (hope), it tells the story of a true love that never ends.  read more here
 
Long story made short. A fairy turns Yohiro into a man giving his a destined span of life. He sees Sakura, helps her carry water to her house. They continue to meet, fall in love and Yohiro tells her the truth about himself.

At the appointed time he turns back into the lonely tree that he was originally. Sakura hugs the tree telling him she loved him. The fairy grants her the wish of merging them together and the tree blossomed for the first time and every spring thereafter.

cherry petals fall
friends and family gather -
miracle of love
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