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Today's mosaic #Trinidadand Tobago #listening #Sweet100 FM radio

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Welcome to Monday WRites # 364

September is waving goodbye

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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❧✿❧A September HaibunSeptember extends the celebration of August 31st here in Trinidad and Tobago.  The Independence anniversary celebrations carry look backs to colonial days,  for a people's history is important to understanding and maturity. As well there is always assessment of where we are now as a nation.
 The fireworks ( back after pandemic lockdowns), the cultural pageants, the wearing of national colours, carry forward into Republic Day 24th September celebration; that's when we got our personal head of state , The president.
Then there is September 23rd,  the start of a now totally immersed cultural happening of 100 Days of Christmas begun, and still hosted by our own Sweet 100 FM radio station.
red white and black -plastic buntings waitfor gentle breezes© gillena cox 2022
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BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITHHaibun Monday: September Song

Mosaic Monday #191: Summer Highlights

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peace September

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[Michael Alfano sculpture found in a google search]

 Striving: a Cote poem

Affirm

Today as beautiful as birdsong

Listen

Hearts too speak words forlorn

Dance

For earth's  rhythms  do prolong

Be 

A breath ever willing to sing a song

Striving © gillena cox 2022

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MTB: Two by Two

The Cote – a poem of uneven couplets attributed to John Schroeder. L1 being a single imperative verb, L2 is a glossing or expansion of L1. Rhyme and meter is of your own choosing.

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[image courtedy dVerse]

 TRYST: A Fold poem
What shall i cook for you my dear?

Paprika sonnet red as eventide?

Russet as a sky in setting gear,

Warm as a kiss on a cooling breeze?

Somber lemongrass for you my dear.

How shall we sup this night then?

On holy vanilla cuddles? where

Coriander and cinnamon dilly dally,

Between verse and rhyme? fear

Not the passion of a ginger sweet tryst.

With dill and thyme i woo you my dear.

 TRYST © gillena cox 2022

NOTE: How to construct The Fold Poem HERE and HERE

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Poetics: Spicing it Up

I used from, list of spices and related words: Cinnamon Coriander Ginger Lemongrass  Paprika Vanilla Thyme Dill

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 QUADRILLE - PUNCH

We punched holes into each sheet of midnight

So stars with their pointed light

Could illuminate nightmares

Never letting the void of curious stares

Intimidate our wanderings 

For what are we if not writings

On the wall of mention 

Some poem sought as  intention

Writings On The Wall © gillena cox 2022

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Today's mosaic 'Venturing out after restrictions'...my daughter and I attended the Sunday matinee yesterday of 50th anniversary of The Repertory Theatre.

 A JIGZONE PUZZLE TO SOLVE ONLINE - 6 pieces

 The knock-out punch is always the one you never see coming--Aimee Mann

Welcome to Monday WRites # 363

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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BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH Quadrille #160: Poems that Pack a Punch

Mosaic Monday #190: Drone, et al.

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Quadrille - Hope
Quadrille - Blue

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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

You can REVISIT to READ  PAPER WINDMILLS  HERE

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Open Link 223 – September Live edition

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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 

NOTE How to construct The Fold Poem HERE and HERE

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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

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different kinds of abode

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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,

 “What I would like to grow in my Garden.” 

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Welcome to Monday WRites # 362

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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BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITHProsery: When it comes to Katherine Riegel

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