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[mountain and cloudscape West Moorings Trinidad 2007]

MOUNTAIN
Face to the mountain, a sunset for sure
Now a contest of lights ensue
In shades of fading grey is night's allure
Clearing a path for bird songs is the mist
In a short span, again, a sunset for sure
But on foggy groggy rain-filled days, she hides
Then returns to seek a smile on faces demure
Who steals a mountain? not even a Grinch
For fear of those voluminous seated cloud secure
In the midst of an evening reverie
Standing again to ponder, a sunset for sure
MOUNTAIN © gillena cox 2016


VISIT TO READ
a mountain haiku


Written for Susan's prompt
Mountain


Listen to Trinidadian Kurt Allen's 'Mountain' Soca

Monday WRites 44

BUBBLES
I watch her fly her bubbles in the backyard

Light and its lightness captured in spaces diaphanous

I drew a picture once, on a postcard

And held a thousand memories in a rosebud sensuous

She, is my grandchild, child of my son

He of my husband, this son of mine, one

So she lets fly her bubbles, this child of my heart

While i hold on to my memories, and we both revel in delight
BUBBLES © gillena cox 2016



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image from google dot com


SILENCE
Where is this place called silence?
Where no bombs blast, and no mother's heart
Laments a son or daughter lost in the wink
Of a moon, hiding behind shadowed clouds?
Ants busy along a wall, caught in side-glimpses
Cause heads to turn
Stars shooting with lustrous tails,
Imprinted in inky black skies, enough
To turn a mermaid's soul green
Out of ear shot, these stars they twinkle,
Yet, Linked to heart and mind;
Is there ever a place called silence?
Shhhh...
SILENCE © gillena cox 2016


Written for Sanaa's Prompt Nights -
Silence

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RESPOND
Dried stalks, how they talk and talk
And the wind dances, thinking its their song
Then my feet, trample on fallen ones
In conversation, in response
RESPOND © gillena cox 2016



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Artistic Interpretations with Margaret - Maria Wulf's Visual Poems II


Margaret challenges us with a set of short video clips :listen to the sounds of what you don't see, live in the moment, feel the emotions (or memories). Write in any poetic form you choose. I chose the clip ;Cut corn stalks in the wind'

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image courtesy Poets United

SOCA LAND is written for the prompt today at
Midweek Motif ~ Food


...
Twelfth Night - William Shakespeare [excerpt]
ACT I SCENE I. DUKE ORSINO's palace.

Enter DUKE ORSINO, CURIO, and other Lords; Musicians attending
DUKE ORSINO
If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die...

❧✿❧

[Exit all - Enter : A New Day]
SCENE II SOCA LAND aka T&T

Soca, is my name
No one can call me tame

I feed on the hips of the young
Not so young, and think young

Carnival is my meal
Sumptuous hearty yield

I know how to make dem whine
Without grapes, i make dem whine

[Exit A New Day: Enter Bacchanalia]
SCENE III: The Road Monday and Tuesday

Party all day all night
Feathers and plumes, plumed feathers
days of Carnival --
fun in the sun, hot hot dust
in yuh face, but who? who cares

[Exit Bacchanalia: Enter incense and ashes]
SCENE IV: Sobriety

Ash Wednesday comes
Pigeon peas pelau left overs
from Tuesday?
the family meal is served
with ashes on the fore head

food for thought -
on the high voltage wires
piece of a costume
SOCA LAND © gillena cox 2016



Process Note
Soca - genre of songs born in Trinidad and Tobago, a mix of Soul and Calypso; sung and also played by Steelbands
T&T -Trinidad and Tobago
dem - them
yuh - your
pelau - a rice and pigeon peas cook up can be done with or without meat
ashes - on the Wednesday, starting the Lenten season for Catholics, ashes is applied to the forehead of the congregation, by the priest, or appointed ministers; at Holy Mass.

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I imagine a star, rising, much like dandelion puffs in the lightness of an ethereal breeze, spun on the threads of wanderlust and bohemian trysts, the core of vanishing, the sparks of genius, reaching higher higher higher; travelling at the speed of esoteric.

sun beams and moon rays -
in the rhythm of silence
he David fleeing
© gillena cox 2016


## Process Note. I used an image from google dot com, of Bowie clothed in black and white; manipulaled the image using Pic Monkey, to get the present image and added text for a haiga



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Monday WRites 43

SPONTANEITY
Her yes, an ever abiding affirmative
Never wondered, never pondered
Just an answer, ready, assertive
Spoken about by prophets before her
Reporting, long before, her abiding affirmative
She who veered the course back to eternity
Life in light, life in the way that is relative
To uncharted waters deserts and paths
Days and nights of faith, to a reward palliative
Where numbers tally blessings unimaginable
Acknowledging, the Christ, of abiding affirmative
SPONTANEITY © gillena cox 2016




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