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Peewah, so called in Trinidad and Tobago is a palm fruit which when boiled with salt, makes a very tasty snack. 

It has the texture of a very fibrous sweet potato, only it is not sweet. 

Its is also know in some countries as Peach Palm Fruit

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 Quadrille #184 Smashing Poems  

Quadrille - Smash

When the watermelon smashed to the ground, 

it was as if the hope of a heatwave's passing just got dashed;

36 degrees C under the sun,

what a waste of delicious red cooling bites;

island breezes seem banished to fiction,

scourching hot days, reality.

© gillena cox 2023

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THIS IS MONDAY WRITES 412

Hope you are having a nice September

Here in Trinidad and Tobago we are experiencing a Heat Wave

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).  

 REVISIT TO READ

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Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

By William Shakespeare

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

I summon up remembrance of things past,

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:

Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,

For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,

And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,

And moan th' expense of many a vanish'd sight;

Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,

And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er

The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,

Which I new pay as if not paid before.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,

All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end.

Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought; By William Shakespeare HERE

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This is the poem i read at OLN today. 

 Listen to Void Of Newness

You can revisit to read it HERE

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Arte Haida,” by Duncan Nagonigwane courtesy dVerse poetry pub

 Waking To Aging: a Fold poem

Some mornings when bones relate age to skin,

Poise just wants to relax and bend forward;

Reality and surreal veils become thin,

Body pains storing aging records;

Sky of morning relate age to skin,

With its grey clumps of sunless clouds;

Some games you lose and some you win,

That's the way of setting and risings sun;

A heartshaped cloud! a sure win,

Can seep through aches of rising to, 

Another day when bones relate age to skin.

© gillena cox 2023

 

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She wanted so badly to go mall shopping with her friends, but there was this inherent 'lack of fun' app installed in her mum, so there was no way she could go if her dad was not around to plead on her behalf. 

This was an important event. She had to buy a gift for her boy in Standard Five. He was only two years older than she was and he was such a hunk. All the girls swooned around him, but she had caught his eye.

She had to think of something and fast. Words swarmed like a buzz of bees in her mind. To be pretty for you I have dropped two seeds of turnsole in the dark of both eyes.

She started scribbling and pretty soon there was a poem almost by enchantment on the page. After she read the poem her mum smiled and nodded.

© gillena cox 2023

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REVISIT TO READ

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Prosery: Through the eyes of Isabel Duarte Gray 

Challenge to use the line:“To be pretty for you I have dropped two seeds of turnsole in the dark of both eyes.” from the poem “Garden.” in a prose not more that 144words

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THIS IS MONDAY WRITES 411

A HAPPY SEPTEMBER TO ALL

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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Barque of Frailty by Rishi Dastidar, 

Barque of frailty, full of reformed rakes and bookish hearts

Block of fealty, full of knees doffing and hats bending

Barker of fantasy, full of bodies’ memories and memory’s body

Baroque of felony, full of fire curves and wavering sin

Byzantine of fertility, full of ground awakenings and blue sighs

Burst of fragility, full of hairline universes and breaking beats

Bloom of futility, full of pause buttons and waiting rooms

Brioche of flexibility, full of lifted crusts and spongy beds

Bridle of fashionability, full of revolving time and entropy’s glitter

Bulb of formidability, full of electric light never off since 1901

Blush of facility, full of a click’s ease and railway charm

Burial of fallibility, full of resurrected promises and wave logic

Brick of feasibility, full of home lies and silent explosions

Buyer of falsibility, full of nothing much and everything everything. I found this poem  HERE

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[photos taken by one of the librarians August 2023]

Holiday Camp Read Aloud

It's a story of possibilities,

of never being satisfied if

your mind tells you there is

something better out there.

It's a story of companionship,

of having someone to share 

your dreams with, even though

you are wide awake.

It's the story of

a little seed and his brother;

written by me,

read to a day camp at

the library near me this August.

© gillena cox 2023

 

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 Garden Sighs

Pity; i cannot follow the butterfly,

From the yellow to red ixora, aye!

I walk to the bougainvillea,

Its bracts oh so magenta,

The cherry has no fruit now, oh my.

© gillena cox 2023

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[image courtesy dVerse poetry pub]

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Questions of Night - a quadrille

Sliver of moon, 

Conscious sky,

Behoved of wanting to smile, 

 Absence of stars,

Unyielding to  gentle breeze,

Silhouettes of trees 

Need your light:

Hush of night, 

Absent bird songs;

Will these hours linger into

 insomnia

Will dreams come to capture 

Longing of human hearts

© gillena cox 2023

 

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THIS IS MONDAY WRITES 410

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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September Castles by Peter Davidson

First hints of our condition manifest:

Spite in the wind, mist-gauze across the moon,

Light chill, the spider’s filaments, blanched grass,

And two days as warm as the south change nothing at all.

A morning comes when you know this cannot end well.

Soon it will be no time for gathering in gardens

All too soon, my dears, it will be the weather

For Brahms quintets, for leaves drifting triste past the windows

Of those in their rooms alone for the duration,

For whom this is no time to build. Those now alone

Are going to remain so through this estranging season

Of reading, of writing emails as detailed as letters,

Of watching dry leaves grow sodden on empty pavements.

Rilke said this in lines that I last read in Edinburgh

With my most beautiful aunt in her later age

When, many things gone, she remembered those verse in German.

I got this poem from HERE