Response
A warm Caribbean morning progresses, with clear sky and pigeons in flock, out in the street. Here we have no Season of Autumn. Clouds are forming and patterning in creative shapes, left to the mind of onlookers to interpret. There will always be the storybook mind delighting with their imaginings. The rain drizzles and ceases. No one hears the breeze; still, a plumeria responds.
on the grey paved walk
a white flower has fallen -
its center yellow
with my eyes i trace
a pattern of stars at dawn -
praise for a new day/gc
tears blur one small boy’s efforts
to outline big sheriff’s badge/db
a yellow alert -
the way colours shape our
weather and warnings/gc
night rains streak the glass -
she runs the red turns too quick
on slick, empty road/db
office noises left behind
returning to home alone/gc
an owl keeps steady
while headlights veer and scatter
through the storm-soaked dark/db
Collaboration Note: The Rengay is a short form created by Gary Gay
'A Play of Lights' is a Rengay between Gillena Cox - St James, Trinidad & David (ben Alexander) Bogomolny - Jerusalem, Israel.
Start date: September 15th 2025
End date: September 17th 2025
Written: via email
Here in Trinidad and Tobago🇹🇹 we celebrate 100 days of Christmas starting 23rd Sepember to 25th December; hosted by Sweet 101.1 FM Radio, where our local Christmas music is featured
ENJOY THE MUSIC
The art of happiness - a quadtille
Feeling the need of some happiness?
Maybe because you are sad,
Or people in your space are sad.
Do something nice for someone!
Smile with someone!
Listen to Soca music!
Dance as you listen !
Say a prayer for world peace.
'Happiness matters', speak it!
Yellow ixoras you stay open,
Once bloomed, through day
And through night;
Sleepless under Caribbean skies,
In your sweet umbrella forms,
Put you in a posey,
What would you represent?
Loveliness, continuity, happiness,
hopeful, joy, alluring
Ay yes,
I know, you would be enduring.
lips cherry red
lounges in sheer demur
she longs to stir about yet still
she smiles
smiling
she maintains her outward relaxed
sweet apperance for him
hair shining gold
his muse
© gillena cox 2025
It is the lash of a season of hurricanes, even though the punishment is not meted out evenly
The thunder and lightnings sound their loud reports. They just cannot be about their business quietly, for it is the nature of thunder to sound out, even sometimes outside the season of Atlantic hurricanes
© gillena cox 2025
