Monday WRites 209

RISE PAN MAN
When far away an interrupted cry pierced fevered brow, he tossed and sweated back to existence of now. He awoke inquiring "where is grandfather?" the first words to be uttered from his blistered lips.

This decision weighed heavy on his shoulders. He had to settle this one alone. Grandfather had gone to that winged place in the sky where clouds sat beneath ones feet and rain was ones footstool.

Should he go for pan-around-the-neck, as the elders before him did or should he shine in the newness of modern day pan sticks knocking music from the light of moon in the main street of St James.

This flu drenched him in rivers of orange juice, but he rose strong and vigorous. Should he stand behind the tenor pan in the medium band or carry his leather strap to hoist his pan around his neck.
RISE PAN MAN © gillena cox 2019

We Beat Festival 2019 is on going
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Mosaic Monday
#31 - How Does Your Garden Grow?

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Prosery #1
Challenge: Write me a story using maximum 144 words that has to include the following line: When far away an interrupted cry

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REVISIT
10 June 2017
10 June 2015
We Beat 2018

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ENJOY THE MUSIC
of The St James Tripolians Steel Band

Monday WRites 208

THE QUESTION OF DRAGONS
"Dragons!" She exclaimed. "You must be joking. There are absolutely no castles around these parts. There are storybooks and flower gardens. If dragon be what today you seek, then i would suggest, try one of those."
clouds adrift
in azure sky -
her pointing finger
THE QUESTION OF DRAGONS © gillena cox 2019

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All the blooms in today's mosaic is from the same Bougainvillea shrub, The first time this plant flowered i got greenish white blooms, then i got pinkish white blooms then a year i got pinkish white blooms with one bunch of blooms displaying a scarlet bract. This year i'm getting orangy reds scarlet and one bunch of pinkish white. What can i say, its got a mind of its own, and i'm loving the experience

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Mosaic Monday
#30 - Movin' and Shakin' in May

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Covered Wagon


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Quadrille #81
– Here there be {poem} dragons

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27 May 2015


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REVISIT
3 June 2015

657

[Today is a prose Sunday, no poetry. 'Chagrin' is written for Poets United where Magaly is prompting asking for prose.]

CHAGRIN
I hugged a tree once, its bark was so soft and velvety. It was a Paperbark Tree, at the Wild Fowl Trust in Point Fortin. There were trees, fruit trees in the yard, in Chaguanas, when i was a child. I loved those trees. I never climbed any of them, because girls were forbidden to climb trees, back then.

When i came to live in the city, trees took on a new spectacular appearance. There were entire trees covered in colour. "Easter time is absolutely the best time of the year" - I strongly believe, that is what the Poui trees think, as they break out in blossoming bunches. On some trees flowers are yellow, almost golden. On some trees flowers are pink.

To look at them then, there is no desire of contemplating The Tree or The Wood of Crucifixion. But rather, desire is to contemplation on the theme of new life, through mercy, forgiveness and redemption. Love from our Poui trees now colour days yellow and pink.

The genus Tabebuia covers these splendid trees. They remain green for the most part of the year. They are quiet somber trees, tall and comely, standing in peripheral spots around The Queen Park Savannah in Port of Spain. When wearing their green leaves, they blend in with other trees, to the extent, that one might even speculate to the Poui's chagrin a tree is a tree.

Well anyway those tree watchers who take trees for granted will. Those who neglect the shape of a tree trunk, the branching of twigs. They will class them just trees. Punishing them for wearing only green leaves.

The Poui is one of the largest and strongest of tropical forest trees, growing up to 150 feet tall while the base can be 4 to 7 feet in diameter. All the leaves are shed early in the dry season, usually in January and February and new leaves do not appear for three to four months. The wood provides a wide range of uses as it is a source of timber for people of the Caribbean. It is resistant to salt water, termites, and other insects making it a viable option in boat making, decking and other wood related projects. Poui tree wood is actually used on Coney Island for the boardwalks as it is very durable.

I never hugged a Poui tree. Have you ever hugged a tree? Hugging a tree increases levels of hormone oxytocin This hormone is responsible for feeling calm and emotional bonding. why not try tree hugging.

CHAGRIN - A SHORT ARTICLE ON TREES © gillena cox 2019


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Telling Tales with Magaly Guerrero: a Pantry of Prose, #4 ~ From the Point of View of Trees

ENJOY THE MUSIC

656

['Contemplating Peace Carolyn M. Abrams Art' from google]

OF PEACE
The wings of the butterfly are not still
They are white, flapping in the breeze
The colour of the sky is not overcast
It is the azure of a bright sunny day

The absence of birdsong is not disturbing
It is fleeting and transient
They will be there again maybe in a second
Maybe in an hour, who knows

The quality of peace is not turmoil
It is the assembling and arranging
Of everything into a channel of hope
Of gratefulness and of satisfaction
OF PEACE © gillena cox 2019


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Poets United
Midweek Motif ~ Peace


REVISIT
29 May 2017
peace to gain 2016
pondering peace 2018

655

THE EXERCISE OF WALKING
New sneakers or old, mornings made for walking
Stretch the length of main street and sidewalks;
Cardboard street-sleepers embrace sleep unstirring
Wise worm-seekers will be there to assemble tastes.
Hot doubles, surely, on mornings made for walking
Court the breakfast crew to selections: hot, or mild;
Served in paper squares, long before shops-opening.
At the corner, where Poui aloof in bloom, a swerve,
A detour, off the main street gasps crisp air inhailng
Horses in pasture care only for sweet treat, munch
Nose to the grass, such mornings made for walking
THE EXERCISE OF WALKING © gillena cox 2019

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dVerse Poetics:
On Wandering & Observing

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REVISIT
28 May 2018
28 May 2017



How to construct The Fold poem

Monday WRites 207

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[this jigsaw first published at my blog Lunch Break March 2017]

On The 11th of November here in Trinidad and Tobago, as well as throughout the British Commonwealth . Remembrance/Memorial Day is observed. In Trinidad and Tobago wreaths are laid at a cenotaph in Memorial Park, Port of Spain. Remembering the World War I soldiers from our country

red hibiscus
a commonly grown flower -
honours fallen heroes
© gillena cox 2019



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In Trinidad and Tobago we observe Memorial Day on 11 November. A blessed Memorial Day to the USA observing today 27th May.

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Ruby Tuesday Too:
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27 May 2015


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653

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JUST BEFORE DAWN
I awoke, but the dawn was no where to be found
Moonlight however, held sway against this fabric
Of night; gibbous and silent, observing the sound
That sleep had woven into a somnolent city cocoon
I sighed, since the dawn was no where to be found
Not knowing the fullness of this plight i stumbled
Out of bed, no qualms, to bare feet on the ground
For such is that nameless void, in-between-stage
Whereby star and moon this city had been bound
Grackle, Tanager, Kiskadee, where are your songs
I mused, but the dawn was no where to be found
© gillena cox 2019 JUST BEFORE DAWN

how to construct The Fold poem


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Poets United
Midweek Motif ~ Light


REVISIT
22 May 2019