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I will not be attending the live online meeting today but i am still posting a voiced version of a 2021 poem PAPER WINDMILLS
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[image: a Lee Madgwick strange house]NIGHTMARE
When the trees embraced us we knew then
That our faces were hidden in nightmares
For how else can one flutter when
The shutters of evening snap shut
Allowing only what we knew then
To be winding ways of cauldron
Steeping molten onions dragons and men
Fastened inside snores and whimpers
Caring only for the path which appears again
To take us back to a home waiting
And the safety of open doors we knew then
NIGHTMARE © gillena cox 2022
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The strange houses of Lee Madgwick
Challenged today to use one of four given images from Lee Madgwick and write an ekphrastic
Monday, September 12, 2022
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[image courtesy dVerse poetry]WHAT MORE
Botanical gardens are a delight. I have visited Trinidad's, Tobago's, Grenada's, and Barbados's. I have also been to The Kew Gardens in London. Too few places for my avid interest. I would say. Gardens are a source of pleasure; a restful roaming for the eyes and all the other senses.
Were I a travelling person still, at every point of my jaunts I would ask to visit lovely large world renown gardens.
Yet, my garden at home remains humble. A few ixoras, bougainvilleas, caricatures, dinner plates, spider lilies, Caladium (which the rainy season excites), plumerias, pinwheel jasmines, crown of thorns, bachelor buttons, chinese bamboo, and a lot of green and varieagated green plants.
I should be more brisk at tending my garden since i find flowers so delightful. But i am a lazy retiree. I remember in high school being a part of a rose garden planting project. That one is etched in my memory. What more does my garden need? Hmm in the words of Katherine Riegel I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace.
WHAT MORE © gillena cox 2022
“I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace.” from the poem,
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Wishing all a happy September
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Thursday, September 8, 2022
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[image: a Leroy Clarke painting from google]GOSSIP
The rumor was spreading
Maybe she was heading
Towards a nervous breakdown
That face never used to carry a frown
Oh but they say he finally left her
No more like a cat does she purr
That seems impossible
Well, dirty laundry washable
He's now with her best friend
Didn't mean to offend
All skin teeth is not laugh
Maybelline surely got the shaft
And they were so close
Which makes it so much worse
© gillena cox 2022
NOTE: All skin teeth is not laugh - Friendly appearances can be deceiving sometimes, or a person's smile can be one of deception.(A Trini saying)
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Tuesday, September 6, 2022
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CONTEMPLATION:A QUADRILLE
You know me well.
You will never charge me of logolepsy.
Laconic is more to my being.
Raindrops on my roof, and i am impressed.
Still, knowing sadness,
That somewhere the floods distress others.
Ah still tis wabi sabi.
Raindrops draw me in contemplation.
© gillena cox 2022
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Monday, September 5, 2022
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Today's mosaics 'Ixoras Luv The Rains'
A JIGZONE PUZZLE TO SOLVE ONLINE - 6 pieces
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NEW CHANT
Remember those days,
When hard work was the ways,
Of all believers,
And good morning greeters?
Work hard, to today's amazement,
Has almost vanished, to astonishment
Of new normal chants;
Stay home, stay safe, enchants;
The mind and heart,
In us to work smart.
NEW CHANT© gillena cox 2022
✿ “Wine is the divine juice of September.”— Voltaire
Welcome to Monday WRites # 361
Wishing all a happy September
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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