Image courtesy dVerse poetry pub
All the fires of red calmed
She sits demurely
Confident of her power
To lure him away
From the one who loves him true
© gillena cox 2025
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Thursday, March 20, 2025
Tuesday, March 18, 2025
1258
Heart Unclassified - Fold
There is no dewey decimal system in my heart:
Neither are memories jumbled nor labled,
At clouds in slow motion i can shoot a dart,
Under a sky where destined birds fly;
Absolutely, no dewey decimal system in my heart,
Neither is it mixed or melded,
I can still taste coconut tart;
And rosebud still open in sweet fragrance,
And betrayal is stamped with ink indelible's art ,
Its all there a science project of suspension;
No need for a dewey decimal system in my heart.
© gillena cox 2025
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Monday, March 17, 2025
1257
Love Is The Chorus
There’s a lullaby for suffering; words so sweet, a pot of gold nods, showering its coins in a melodious rhythm over every rainbow colour.
There’s a lullaby for suffering; in a sharing of music so captivating, the most ragged man woman or child, can hear it, can understand it, can stretch out a wanting hand and receive its melody.
There’s a lullaby for suffering. It's the smell of a beautiful charm on the wind. A refrain, so enchanting, the greediest man, woman or child will wither under its spell: transforming to a thunderous sound of - love is the chorus.
HAPPY SAINT PATRICK'S DAY
© gillena cox 2025
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Monday, March 3, 2025
1256
Jouvert Monday Madness
Carnival Monday and Tuesday comes just before Ash Wednesday, so it is usually a February or March event. The Carnival season ends with two days of masquerade through the streets.
The two day parade starts at dawn with the wierdest of costumes; paints and mud, yes, mud on the bodies of revelers. This early Monday morning opening is called Jouvert (pronunced joo-vay)
This year 2025, we can chalk it to March madness. The rest of the parades that is Monday afternoon and Tuesday is about intricate designs and artistry through the streets. Beads, feathers, sequins, and colour play a dynamic drama in the streets.
coconut vendors
ply their trade even early
in the dawn hours
© gillena cox 2025
[Here i am in the melee]
(Photos gillenacox2025 except the pic of me drinkibg coconut water)
Monday, February 24, 2025
1255
Yesterday it was Children's Carnival Sunday along The WesternMain Road here in St James Trinidad 🇹🇹
gillenacoxphotos2025
Quadrille Indigo
The Western Main Road is abuzz,
Onlookers dance to soca music,
The children in costume frolic
Under azure sky, where layered
Cumulus, puff up like cotton candy
In the afternoon sky;
Here comes a masquerader
His indigo motifs resonate his
Dancing in blue sneakers.
© gillena cox 2025
Tuesday, February 18, 2025
1254
[painting of Emil Nolde courtesy dVerse poetry pub]
##There were 2 parts to the prompt today. After reading Part II, I did not make any changes to my poem
Every Reason - A fold
Where is there equality in our world?
All's unfair every reason to discontent,
The dainty yellows now unfurled,
Think they are fairest of them all,
Where is there equality in our world?
Broad intoxicating reds, oh so
Gaudy, floral vixens unreserved,
The purples claim to be royal,
Though no septre will be twirled,
Yet side by side the're put together,
Where is there equality in our world?
© gillena cox 2025
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Monday, February 17, 2025
1253
[image from google]
She never liked Port of Spain. She lived in the central Trinidad an area called Warrenville. The bus route meandered through cane fields on those dusty afternoons she travelled home ftom work tired, but happy the weekend was hers to return home to her own five children left in the care of her mother and father
Such was her plight, an absconding husband, who deceided to go live with a woman who sang at calypso tents during the Carnival season. Her father had stretched out his arms to her. "Come back home, he said"
Use this as a challange she mused. It's not the end of the world, but rather you can make of it a parka for your soul, warming your consciousness to healing and growth. © gillena cox 2025
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