Monday, January 20, 2020

Monday WRites 229


HOPE IN TODAY
When one of those little greetings 'Have a nice day' gets to its target, hope is spread, received accepted realized. Someone's life is made better, someone's day is given brightness. Hope is an energy serum, a feel good drug, a must share potion.

Doesn't help to keep it. It must be shared, it must spread like a wildfire. It must burn into our futures. Not a backward moving mobile, hope shapes tomorrow with first thoughts of goodness. Maya Angelou in her reflection on Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech, at the Lincoln Memorial, wrote "The Rock cries out to us today, You may stand upon me, But do not hide your face"

Humankind thrives on its forecast. Hope is very ordinary, not at all presumptuous and thrives on the grandeur of simplicity.' Good Morning' - purposeful, simple, beneficial. There is hope at work. Its a starter, the wheels of well being is set in motion. That's hope at its best.
HOPE IN TODAY © gillena cox 2020


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We are still in January, the year is still young, still new. And we in T&T are in The Season of Carnival. The United States celebrates the birthday of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr today.

[CARNIVAL PAST © gillena cox ]


You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea). A Happy Monday to all
Welcome to Monday WRites #229, ❧✿❧ Happy New Year 2020


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#63: Don't go with the glaciers


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Prosery 1/20/20: “The Rock cries out…”
Roaring in the new
Frank Tassone is the bartender today dVerse and we write Prosery. He challenges ... write a piece of prose in 144 words or less That has to contain this quote: “The Rock cries out to us today, You may stand upon me, But do not hide your face.” from Maya Angelou’s poem “On the Pulse of Morning”.


REVISIT
20 January 2018
20 January 2016


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Tuesday, January 14, 2020

695


My lines of inspiration :
Next year's Christmas letter would be from both of them. It would be all about how happy they were...and every word would be true. page 269 Christmas Letters by Debbie Macomber


For the prompt by Mish
#1. Choose a book that is physically close to you right now. Ok, it might not be the first one within reach. I will never know. Turn to the LAST page. Read the last one or two lines. Let these words stir your poetic soul and write a poem.


KISMET
Sometimes events are inevitable
Kismet of the un-ponderable

Even when life throws a punch
And time ducks to a zero crunch

Crystal ball clouds clear to minnion
Freedom gallops like a wild stallion

Ah but the one yielding the lasso
A garment of fastening she will sew

So fast and precise in catching
The well caught, the unsuspecting

A chorus of hoorahs to this cause
Romance needs every applause
KISMET © gillena cox


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Poetics: Last Lines

REVISIT
January 14 2019
14 January 2015

Monday, January 13, 2020

Monday WRites 228


[in my mosaic today: 3 wildflowers in my unkempt lawn]


WABI-SABI
This new decade, weighted with its share of negatives blooms.
Where are love and peace, within the glooms?

We must feed ourselves doses of hope in each new day.
As transience and imperfection roar their way.

Truly delightful to admirers, Splendor of blooming wildflowers .
WABI SABI © gillena cox 2020


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The new year, is still a crying baby, 2nd Monday in 2020.

You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea). A Happy Monday to all
Welcome to Monday WRites #228, ❧✿❧ Happy New Year 2020


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Quadrille 94
Roaring in the new


REVISIT
13 January 2017
13 January 2016


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Wednesday, January 8, 2020

693


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STAY
Amaryllis, snipped from her pride of place,
Bunched artfully amongst hyacinths blue, ace
With careful meter to woo the heart of a beloved;
There at his bedside, a task determined,
Never to let darkness of unmeasured days
Falter to silence, least he slip into nether land ways;
Oh! but stay pretty please, stay awake my beloved in sleep,
Stay to dreams realized in quiet harmony of welcomed keep.
That length of days may weather our love and sweet our kisses
Be, ever the flavour of life, burning at the edge of years to verses
STAY © gillena cox 2020


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Weekly Scribblings #1: January is here, with winds that blow kisses ~
Prompted by Sanaa to choose three words from a list given to create a new poem. The words i chose are in bold.


REVISIT
8th January 2018


IT'S CARNIVAL TIME HERE IN T&T, ENJOY!!!

Monday, January 6, 2020

Monday WRites 227


[in my mosaic today: 1. 2020 Calendar, 2. 2020 favourite mug gift from my sister Gail, 3. my Christmas tree stays up for one more week]


The new year, not yet a week old, i make no resolutions. Consciously, however, i want to stick to my early morning exercise routine in my backyard. I have so far narrowed it down to not less than one thousand natural walking steps and some stretches. Then i reward myself with a fruit smoothie. I have let go of minutes. It doesn't work for me. Sometimes my right knee hurts, so i will on those mornings stop at a thousand steps. My sneakers are ragged, note to self, i must make the time to buy a new pair.

arms outstretched -
wide enough to give the sky
a big hug
© gillena cox 2020


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You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea). A Happy Monday to all
Welcome to Monday WRites #227, ❧✿❧ Happy New Year 2020


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Beginning (again) – Haibun


REVISIT
bits of inspiration 2015
Chinese New Year 2018
Happy New Year 2016

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Monday, December 30, 2019

Monday WRites 226



YEAR END FOLD
Another door is closing,
This time, twenty nineteen
Cannot venture back in,
Except of course, by way of
Memories; a door is closing
A new decade is upon us
This can only be reassuring
If we are ready, are we ready?
Anything at door jamb stopping
This closure must be removed,
Indeed another door is closing.
YEAR END FOLD © gillena cox 2019

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Christmas for me this year was Morning mass, coffee, fruit smoothie (i had had the start of a root canal procedure on 19th December so i was having soups and other such liquid foods not chewing and taking meds). WhatS App greetings, The start of my Twelve day of Christmas 2019-2020 at my blog Lunch Break and The start of my Facebook event Gifts of haiku for Baby Jesus 2019-2020. I had lunch (since my med finished on Christmas Eve i had a little wine and had some solid soft things so i chewed) with my daughter at her place we exchange gifts and chatted and looked at TV then back home. We spoke on the phone but, i haven't seen my son and my granddaughter yet for the season.

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You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea). A Happy Monday to all
Welcome to Monday WRites #226, ❧✿❧ Happy Holidays; BEST WISHES


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Blue Monday
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REVISIT
30 December 2016
YEAR END 2018


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Monday, December 23, 2019

Monday WRites 225


[my Christmas Tree 2019 decorated]

She smiles as the box in the corner shifts and moves. She smiles her synthetic spikey smile. Yup she says in her spindly thoughts, it must be nearing the end of September. After all this is Trinidad, of the twin island state Trinidad and Tobago. Where Parang swells the air waves of Sweet One Hundred FM in a one hundred days celebration of Christmas music, with emphasis on the local songs. When shac shac, mandolin box bass and guitar, harmonize to sweet 'serenals'. A peep of sunlight, Yes she exclaims the box is opening, just as i thought, dress up time.

a soft fluffly brush -
dusting off the box labelled
six inch Christmas tree
© gillena cox 2019

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Something to spin
And surely you can win
But first you must share
If you keep one my dear
There's three more to spare
© gillena cox 2019

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You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea). A Happy Monday to all
Welcome to Monday WRites #225, ❧✿❧ Happy Holidays


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Mosaic Monday #59. Christmas Contentment


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Meet the bar with gift rhymes


REVISIT
23 December 2016
...with contentment 2017
...she swaddles him warm 2018

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[Fourth Sunday of Advent table center]


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