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#digitalart ©gillenacox composed@picsart

 Wise And Wanton: a Fold

Lets bridge the ocean with rays,

Curved as reflections of the rain;

Lets write a fairy tale in the ways

Seekers hope for more treasure,

Then span ripples of ocean with rays;

Timely and memorable like history,

Colourful and garish like those days

When everything goes haywire;

And only words spoken can phrase,

Intentions for solutions to end mayhem;

Then connect across ocean with rays

© gillena cox 2023

How to construct The Fold Poem HERE and HERE and HERE

ENJOY THE MUSIC 

Our 2023 Season of 100 Days of Christmas

 hosted by our Radio Station Sweet 100.1 FM is in ongoing.

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Poetics: Building bridges

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September Seasons: a haibun

I remember from school days, growing up;  a weather verse with a line "September remember"

I read about and marvel of the autumn/September equinox: derived from the Latin aequinoctium, from aequus (equal) and nox (genitive noctis, plural noctium) (of the equal nights). On the day of an equinox, daytime and nighttime are of approximately equal duration all over the planet.

heat wave here -

jugs of cucumber water

healthy option

 September 23rd and its another season of Trini Christmas music. One hundred day of it, to be exact; hosted by our 'Sweet 100.1 FM' radio station. I am locked on.

Parang, soca parang, christmas calypsoes and laced in,  some of the international traditional ones. But, the emphasis is Trini songs and music.

cooking roti

i dance to the music from

my red radio

© gillena cox 2023

ENJOY THE MUSIC 

Our 2023 Season of 100 Days of Christmas hosted by our Radio Station Sweet 100.1 FM is in ongoing.

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Haibun Monday 9-25-23: Equinox

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THIS IS MONDAY WRITES 413

Last Monday this September. Hope you had a nice September

Here in Trinidad and Tobago we are still 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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gillenacoxwatercolour first posted HERE

Nearness Of You

 Here we go again dear,

Bright moon our delight,

I had hoped for wine,

And twinkling stars, but

You and me near remain.

No one counts stars to wit,

It's just a game, romance

Can just as well be a 

A book on your mantel,

A story to fount night.

When all is said and done

Awakening should be

Just as sweet as words

Like dripping of treacle

Spoken or read before

© gillena cox 2023

 

REVISIT TO READ

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from Pinterest; painting  by Elena Yushina, 1958 ~ Impressionist painter

An Autumn Fold

 Crackling lightning follows rowdy thunder;

My Mac-burger and Coke held for dear tighter,

No one told me i would be in this blunder;

The very sky did, of a foreign country,

Dormant minutes ago speaks rowdy thunder,

Vacation do and don'ts didn't list

Carry an umbrella,  no wonder

Oh bless my heart today i am doused so 

In pouring rain like a flounder

Autumn  trees in there colourful garb watch me

Protecting Mac and Coke in rowdy thunder

© gillena cox 2023

 

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Folding Into Autumn

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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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Mosaic Monday#49

 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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