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Mosaic 1 - Lenten Stiickers

Mosaic2 -Jigsaw Puzzle - Seeking

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We are in the Season of Lent. The Carnival Season is over. A more sober mood of fasting and penitence prevails.  

You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 

Welcome to Monday WRites #286: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.

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#119: Feeding Tummies and Souls

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Going…Going…Gone Poeming {Quadrille #122}
GOING QUADRILLEWho goes to the seaside to gather coal?I never would have imagined your days gone cold,had i not ventured in holiday mode,Once and once again to my dear sister's abodeWho goes to the seaside to gather coal. Nobody  i know🙃© gillena cox 2021
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22 Feb 2016
22 Feb 2017
...where is this poem going

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Last of my Carnival Past mosaics for 2021

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It's Carnival Monday here in Trinidad and Tobago, jouvert (dirty mas)  starts the adult street parades, however this pandemic year 2021 was quiet compared. The Carnival Season ends tomorrow. Though the spirit and vibe is present, the pandemic prevents crowd activities.  The music did  keep us in the mood and the new normal fostered all sorts of creatives: virtuals fetes, workshops,  and talk shops and look backs through the carnival archives and virtual competitions. 

You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 

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SOME OF MY JOUVERT POEM LINKS
how it starts raucous music high five mud mas inhibitions peeled primal self frenzy chocolate covered bathed in fun loving
jouvert revellers jouvert a renku

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#118: Another Revolution Around The Sun

ANDProsery: The Song of Wandering AengusPrompted to use the Lines, in a prose not more than 144 words long.I went out to the hazel wood,Because a fire was in my head

A FAIRY AFIRE

Nine hazel trees waved in the sun hot breeze. Fish in the pond jumped and frolicked below, in the shade of windswept boughs.

Who knows whether they were Salmon or Tilapia, as the report goes, they were fish. Fish who thought their sanctuary sacred. So much so, they lived peacefully among lazy caiman which ate their weight of water hyacinths in said dreamy haven. 

Till one day, a fire fairy wandered in from the next glen. She was so broken, her whole being ached from the longing for her unfaithful lover.

She sat under one hazel, head bowed, wings drooping, cradling  sorrow. This was  too much for her to bear. Before she exploded into a million tiny fiery bits headed toward the sun, she heard her own heart speak: "I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head"

© gillena cox 

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Carnival Smiles puzzle on TheJigsawPuzzles.com
 

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 Its The Dry Season here in Trinidad and Tobago. We are also in The Carnival Season but the pandemic will prevent crowd activities; though the music will keep us   in the mood.

You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 

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#117: The Circle of Life

AND

Quadrille 121, Let's Embrace

DAWN: AN EMBRACE

You embrace with bird songs

New dawn, every grain of hope.

Your sunlight gently caresses

My mind, with mysteries of today.

How will i ever exist without

Your cloud hugs? 

Soft and puffy

Like sweet cotton candy at a fair

With ferris wheel rides.

© gillena cox 2021

❧✿❧ REVISIT
8 February 2018
8 February 2016
8 February 2014

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 SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE

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SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE puzzle on TheJigsawPuzzles.com"  

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 Its The Dry Season here in Trinidad and Tobago. We are also in The Carnival Season but the pandemic will prevent crowd activities; though the music will keep us   in the mood.

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#116: Twitching

AND

today's challenge to write a haibun that references the Eagle

Haibun Monday 2-1-21: Eagle

Visits to the zoo hold the sway of monkeys tails coiled around whatever support they find entertaining.

Don' t feed the monkeys your peanuts or anything else. That was a caution worth the while to be heeded to children 

The birds of coskel colouered wings and beaks triggered a little bit of envy, if you were walking around in school uniform blues, hair braided and ribboned.

Eagles, hmm no eagles, but i remember aligators of the scheming eyes even when asleep

poems about eagles

their strength of span and grip -

always amazing

© gillena cox 2021

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1 February 2018
1 February 2016
yet eagle in her wisdom

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WHAT IS A LOTUS 

That love unrequited is a misnomer.

And nothing in life is free is scientifically correct,

That kindness is the lifestyle not everyone adheres to and love is patient, kind, and in no way judgemental is rock hard fact.  That and so many gifts taken for granted: Bird song, Or light - cold as a shift shaping moon, Stars - alone like socially distanced beings in a pandemic. And sky the colour of blue we think.

"Ah - If I knew then what I know now" -  should i  be saying that today? knowing that i may edit, but i'm not the author of life?

Ah humility, ah gratefulness, ah a heart of trust and thanksgiving: these i need like air to breathe, that i may hope in tomorrow.

I will bloom to light

From muddy anchors rooted

every good i am

© gillena cox 2021

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Weekly Scribblings #54: Hindsight Is Rather Tricky

Prompted to use in a new poem  the line 

If I knew then what I know now

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Mosaic 1: Some New Year's cards i received from haiku friends in 2009 Year of The Ox

Mosaic 2: More New Year 2021 Stickers

Mosaic 3: 'West Mall' one of the places now on my 'Once Upon A Time' list, since i haven't been there since Covid 19 stepped in

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Mosaic 4: Carnival Past (photos from my archives)

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#115: Jolly, Jubilant and Joyous
AND

today's challenge to use WAY in the 44 word poem

Quadrille 120 (aka 119 part 2) — No way. Way!

ONWARD

way out, way way out to sea, 

steamers wind their way  

against  currents of time, purporting 

power of all things possible; 

hazarding dreams to arriving at 

safe ports, already charted in divinely 

posted albums;

it is hoped that travelers and cargo  

remain  picture perfect.

© gillena cox 2021

❧✿❧ REVISIT
25 January 2018
25 January 2016
25 January 2015

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 TASTE OF BUTTERNUT SQUASH

I remember the taste of butternut squash,

Your roasted words scorching brain cells

Its really hard to add one to two, resulting

In minus one, three just doesn't add up.

There is always something wrong, when

The moon plays coy, hiding behind clouds

The night sky chooses to define as highlights,

Shouldn't there be a beacon drawing threads

Desire once weaved? silently, arduously, continuously

There is no cheese what ever its colour, in the taste

Of moonlight, watching, as ships drift apart,

In a sea, salty  as if filled from mere teardrops.

© gillena cox 2021

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Poetics: Connections

REVISIT

the connecting way

Spawn

dots are connected

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