Tuesday, October 1, 2024

1218

[image Samuel Palmer, The Harvest Moon, c. 1833 courtesy dVerse poetry pub]
Harvest Fold
Penny for thoughts? mine's worth more,
Why begrudge with such tiny offering,
As done in yon ancient yore,
Darnel  and wheat  a harvest to gather,
Of toil and endurance mine's worth more,
Life we know from struggle and reward,
Sets to slumber and to snore,
When  the harvest moon alights every sky,
With dreams and legends and fervent lore,
Dreamer and doctor fisher and farmer 
Field a plenty, mine's worth more.

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OCTOBER IS CALYPSO HISTORY MONTH
 IN TRINIDAD AND TOBAGO

ENJOY THIS CALYPSO 
BY  LORD MELODY (1926 - 1988)




Monday, September 30, 2024

1217

[Ariadne giving Theseus string before he enters the labyrinth] image courtesy dVerse poetry pub

 Quadrille String

You plucked the strings of my heart

Carrying a tune like apples in a cart

Ruddy and fragrant and appetizing

Ours was a melody oh so enticing

Days meandered into weeks without dread

Time took its own path on a journey

so well tread

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Thursday, September 26, 2024

1216

[gillenacox photo2024...stylised Caricature Leaf]

 Green Fold

Moisture absorbing earth, a reward of green; 

Cultivars and wild ones rejoicing,

Ensuing a vibrant luscious scene;

Carpeting with a few colour pop ups,

Meadowing, variety to a reward of green;

The colour of trees unassuming,

Unfruited, unflowered, undemanding mein,

Green as grass, green of leafy trees,

The mountains verdant where clouds stop to glean,

Essences of scenes at greening,

Cooling  relaxing the eye is, a reward of green.

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Tuesday, September 24, 2024

1215

[image courtesy dVerse poets pub]

An Autumn Fold

What have  i heard of Autumn?

Leaves fall, they bare the trees.

What is this Season's anthem?

 Colours! brown, orange, red, and

Yellows too;  i 've heard of Autumn.

Some poets mourn, some celebrate;

Meeker morns are a humdrum,

But the berry’s cheek is plumper,

Don't lose hope, or hit rock bottom,

Though now the rose is out of town,

Ah, the sentiments i've heard of Autumn

© gillena cox 2024

NOTE
Lines 7, 8, and 10 contain words from Emily Dickinson “The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry’s cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town.”


Monday, September 23, 2024

1214

[image courtesy dVerse poetry pub]
What do i know of equinoxes. I live in a clime where seasons are Dry (January to May)
 then Wet (June to December) But strange overlaps occur. Days thunders into Dry, and drought-like
days seep into Wet. But we, here in Trinidad and Tobago, are not the only ones marking these topsy turvy days.

I suppose equinoxes will remain stable, even though the scientist and climate observers question, will there be clear delineated seasons in the future?

Meanwhile i sit in my backyard at dawn; once there is no rain, and watch the stars, (before day saunters in) some twinkle, some don't.
The bold-facedness of a cat!  stalking through my back yard and slinking through the gate.I have no pets..

twenty-one stars counted -
the way Vivaldi knew it
seasons are destined

Thursday, September 19, 2024

1213

 Morning Speaks Softly

When overhead sky is blank of cloud,

And morning birds dot its reserves,

Tree branches are sure to observe,

There is no need of noises loud.


And life to witness sunrise is proud;

More breaths are added now to this curve,

Paint all faces to worship and to serve,

When overhead sky is blank of cloud.


Creation wrestlles to discipline its crowd,

Not because they so deserve,

Rather that they may conserve,

There is no need of noises loud.


When overhead sky is blank of cloud,

Another dash of light and dark to swerve

There is no need of noises loud.

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Tuesday, September 17, 2024

1212

image created by Bing AI

Dream Rescue  - A Fold
Inbreath, what a handsome angel,

He flew into my plight, bringing

Just the right solution, the right gel,

Sweetening a tired night's dream;

I leave behind, a handsome angel,

Colours so intense are stressful,

One can fall into a pond pel mel,

Like the little adventurous Alice girl,

It's child play like Farmer In The Del;

O fantasy! whose reality are you

To craft such a handsome angel?
© gillena cox 2024


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