BOLD AND BRASSY- A QUADRILLE
Music awes me
like a formation at dawn
when sky plays her colour notes silent yet unyielding.
There is music at sunset sky too,
like the Soca melodies of my Trini people.
Bold brassy and compelling.
Music will outlive us all i am sure.
BOLD AND BRASSY A QUADRILLE © gillena cox 2023
[Challenge to write a quadrille including the work present ]
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Present tense, stormy rain;
Now blessed and fled;
To somewhere, where the ocean's
Tossing up a fit.
A storm is to be named;
Letter-A, Letter-B, Letter-C;
Which shall it be?
It only is the beginning still;
There's lots of time to assign,
Naming letters.
© gillena cox 2023
AND
WEATHER CAN BE CRAZY
I like the rains.
But you luv the rains
Rain is not a discordant sound,
Falling from on high it goes into the ground.
We expect seasons will come and go,
But there's a crazy kind of twist to weather, so
Best we carry pretty umbrellas in the rain,
Our smiles in sunny days will be a gain.
WEATHER CAN BE CRAZY © gillena cox 2023
“An early moon is just a piece of change in the softening sky. “
is the prompt line given from
James Masao Mitsui, “Spring Poem for the Sake of Breathing, Written After a Walk to Foster Island”
AN EARLY MOON
Sometimes it is clear, exercising in the mornings, is sheer punishment. So she relents; tucking herself under her blanket for at least a half an hour more. Aging she muses is no sin.
The birds know their songs, the dew when to fall and the worms their wiggle. All of the above will happen even though she is not yet awake.
Oh but the moon, she will miss this lingering beauty in the silent drama of colours and palettes from above, weaving their silvery pinks and greys to azure. She had always thought " An early moon is just a piece of change in the softening sky"
AN EARLY MOON © gillena cox 2023
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Make time for Him your one true friend
He'll see you today and through to the end
Every care every concern big or small
He'll listen and solve problems all
You'll go to Him in thanksgiving
He'll send you back rejoicing
Nothing to Him is meaningless
Every burden he can heal and bless
Oh what a friend to rely on
What a friend to lean upon
That Calvary man that son of God
He'll bear your burdens one and all
© gillena cox 2022. First posted HERE
THIS SIDE OF TUESDAY
See how she kiskadees
In conversation with him.
Why can't she just say I,
Like everyone else.
There she goes again,
See how she kiskadees:
Mother will make it dear,
Leave the ingredients here.
So she bakes them cookies,
Her little cricket team will be happy;
See how she kiskadees,
Mumbling praises to herself.
"Ms Baker," she whispers,
These chocolate chips,
Are surely the best, this side of Tuesday.
See how she kiskadees?
© gillena cox 2023
#Note: The kiskadee is a bird which sings out its name: kis ka dee, kis ka dee.
I am using kiskadeeing as a verb to mean using one's name instead of saying I. How this works.
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