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 Here Come The Dawn

Is night the passing of respite,

A little space to dream 

with eyes closed and minds

Open to existing realms unseen?

Or is there wonder too 

In the every day of dawning,

Close to the bosoms of awe,

A miracle of restart bringing?

Yes! the dawn is worth the hope,

The chance to continue or,

To delete and start again,

The inspiration of plan-to-make,

Of futures to carve out,

Dreams to sketch a blueprint,

Of ways forward to future,

Dare to give to today a hint.

That startup time, that nuance 

Of newness,  is the dawn we await

With its silent preface;

Then patterns of birdsongs,  to

Fillow on the heels to blue sky,

Where clouds  quietly drifting,

All embracing coverage,

And morning moon fading.

The twinkling of night,

The shadows and silhouettes,

The neon flashes,

All must kowtow to the transience

Of dawn;

The middling phase of; its here,

See? a new day.

It has come from no where.

© gillena cox 2024

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MTB: It Begins to Dawn

for todays MTB prompt we are writing in the poetry style of the A L’Arora, a form created by Laura Lamarca:

 

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One Light

There is just one light

in  morning's sky, silent

With clouds the colour of charcoal,

And a breeze cooling as melon;

Find me a space here,

tucked into the silence,

I will stay a little longer;

Waiting for at least,

One bird to sing.

© gillena cox 2024

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In conversation with Sarah Connor aka fmmewritespoems

“Find me a space here,

tucked into the silence.”

From ‘No mail – no post’ i chose these 2 lines from  Sarah Connor, to use in a quadrille

 

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Sunday Callaloo

Tied up on the market stall 

for buyers to take home,

A favourite is the blue crabs.

To cook in the famous Sunday callaloo.

Nearby are ochroes and dasheen bush,

  the green peppers,

and bundles of chive seasoning.

One stop for this Sunday favourite.

© gillena cox 2024

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MOSAIC MONDAY #91

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Quadrille #203: Feeling Crabby

a quadrille using tge word crab

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A Happy July to all 

[in my area the storms & hurricanes have started]

BE SAFE 

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[image from google]

Haibun - My Train Days

The Trinidad Government Railway existed between 1876 and 28 December 1968. Originally built to connect Port of Spain with Arima, the railway was extended to Couva in 1880, San Fernando in 1882, Cunapo (now Sangre Grande) in 1897, Tabaquite in 1898, Siparia in 1913 and Rio Claro in 1914.

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During my high school years, there was a phase in my transportation where i travelled from Chaguanas to San Juan by train. Those were for the most, for school children passengers, days of flirting and naughtiness.

The boys did what we called 'hopping the train' that is they waited until the train started moving, then they would jump aboard. (very dangerous i remember one boy of Chaguanas whom i knew got both his legs crushed) There was also those boys who would not spend money on a train ticket and dodged the 

inspectors from carriage to carriage. Then there was the 'throwing of powder' boys would buy small tins

of white talc - (thank god they were fragrant scented talc) and sometimes

baby powder; and they would go through the carriages sprinkling on any unsuspecting girls. Some girls giggled and flirted others who didn't would 'cut eyes' at such behaviour. Strange to say though i do not remember getting powdered. 

Those were just some of the behaviours on board. But that was not all; there was the scenery

which at that age i really did not ogle. But there it was, nevertheless, cane fields, rice fields, country houses. bison grazing etc etc. The poet in me i think, was sleepy in those days.

hoot hoot all aboard 

chug a chug clackety clack -

 mischief plays itself

 Haibun - My Train Days © gillena cox 2024

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Poetics: Travelling by train

challenge:  write a poem sharing with us your train travel experience.

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Haibun - solstice

The sun rises, the sun sets. An everyday occurrence. A breath of morning to the awakened soul. Another day of magical mystical naturalness.We expect to see the sky, the clouds the birds and trees perform their natural tasks. 

However, above and beyond this simple naturalness; stars shine, planets orbit and a gazillion other occurences purpose the universe. 

Those to whom these mysteries are solvable physics, will watch wait and relay to others of us more mundane in our knowledge. Like the forthcoming solstice of this month of June.Yet these occurences are already destined and planned according to thewill of the universal creator.

clouds shape their colour

according to the suns will -

another day's magic

© gillenacox2024

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Haibun Monday 6-17-24: Solstice

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June is here our Rainy Season 

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Sunrise to Sunset

When sky plays her colour notes silent yet unyielding.

I bask in the magic of awakening

Here a hint of pink, a dash of yellow

And moon in her shapely forms looking on 

There is music at sunset sky too,  

The birds sing there roosting strains

There very own sweet goodbyes

Like the Soca melodies of my Trini people. 

Some tend to be

Bold brassy and compelling.

Others exciting as goodbyes often are

Sunrise to Sunset © gillena cox 2024

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MTB: Elaborating Lacunae in the Fragment or Keeping Things Whole

challenge:  use a fragment from a poem to write a new poem

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[Caris Reid, “Liminal Lunar Water Watcher,” 2016; courtesy deVerse poetry pub]

Door to Decision

Here, in this space between sweet and salty,

A fruit called mango hangs from a tree.

Should one pick the tree dry,

Deciding there and then, what a bountiful crop!

Some can be used to curry,

Some left to ripen,

The possibilities of sweet and savory,

As wide as the Caribbean Sea,

As boundless as every man's sky.

The door to decision remains open,

So choice can just walk right in,

No humbug no hindrance.

Put some in a pie!

The Grackles will flutter about for scraps,

And morning songs will still be sung by Kiskadees..

Door to Decision © gillena cox 2024

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Poetry in Liminal Spaces

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