Monday, July 26, 2021

Monday WRites 308


We are at The Olympics: Go Team TTO

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Mosaic Monday: #140: Lost for Words

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REFLECTION
She stops to drink, 
Her animal tongue  lapping the sweetness
Of  clear running water, 
Thirsty after a lively tryst with her sibling cubs,

She knows nothing of reflection, 

Sated, she stops,  
peering into the likeness, 
Stream of consciousness 
weaves a tale of a sibling.
© gillena cox 2021


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Thursday, July 22, 2021

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Hope 1886  a Symbolist oil painting by the English painter George Frederic Watts. it shows a lone blindfolded female figure sitting on a globe, playing a lyre that has only a single string remaining. At the Tate Gallery in Britain.
 [found through a google search]

CHANT

Charcoal coloured clouds at dawn

[Chant]  for morning azure breezes

Sunrise to new morning

[Chant]  for a new day

Rosary beads like jewels roll

[Chant]  for a world of peace

Arms up-stretched skyward

[Chant]  for prana, breath. life

What's up? What's App

[Chant]  for a smile, smile for today

Eerie pandemic quiet hours

[Chant]  for V: vaccines our victory

News of deaths and hospitals filled

[Chant]  for hope for healing futures

Wash your hands wear your masks

[Chant]  for a chance to  win

Bird songs and setting sun

[Chant]  for sweet dreams this night

For tis hope, it hurls us forward

[Chant]  for wisdom and tomorrow.

CHANT © gillena cox 2021

[read at today's open link live]


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22 July 2019
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22 July 2015


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 ENJOY THE MUSIC
Brother Resistance Mother Earth [Born 1954  died 13 July 2021]

Wednesday, July 21, 2021

822



If there be dragons, there be dragon hunters

Morning sky tilts my chin up

Wonders of charcoal coloured  clouds dissipating

Clearing a path for a pale blue canopy

To linger there for a span called daytime


Not without its official bulletin of day's agenda

Are the morning whistlers

They sound frenzied this morning

They know the actions of  each day

They deliver it as they are told


Some humans heed their sayings

Others like myself listen 

sometimes in wonder

Sometimes in amazement

Every-time with delight


I always get the part where they say

Hey! its a new day

That's when ever bone in my body

Humbles before great sky

My all-time ever present muse


The shape of dragons fizzles out

I muse

If there be dragons there  be dragon hunters

© gillena cox 2021


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Monday, July 19, 2021

Monday WRites 307

'Some Of The  Onions Went Into The Tuna Sandwich'
 


This morning, the onions made me cry. They were large brown skin covered onions. The kind you find readily at any supermarket or vegetable seller.  Sometimes i buy the large white ones and sometimes the red ones. 

The smell of sauteed onions with tomatoes is to me divine.  Just the right piece of heaven sent.

It's a clear morning, bright, blue sky. Chopping along my merry way, thinking of nothing but breakfast, including coffee of course. Half way through i could only hear the soft crunch of the chopper wading through them. 

I have aprons but i never wear them. I choose instead to wipe my tears away on the sleeve of my tee shirt. And continue chopping away. No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife. Some of the onions went into a tuna sandwich.
 © gillena cox 2021

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Mosaic Monday: #139: The Garden Explosion

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prompted to use the lines No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife in a prose using not more than 144 words

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Thursday, July 15, 2021

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CHANT OF PANDEMIC DAYS

You can pocket space like gold coins

Hear the silence drop in your pockets and jingle

For the street are bare of crowds

The streets are bare of noisy jostle

The streets are bare of grackles on the side walk

The doors to the bars are shut, closed, bolted

The doors to the clothes shops are are shut, closed, bolted

The doors to the schools are shut, closed, bolted

The housewives prefer to hide

The children prefer to hide

The rains still fall

The clouds still puff out

The morning birds still sing

The Covid 19 virus was happier yesterday

The Covid 19 virus came out to play

The Covid 19 virus morphs and morphs

Still the humans hide away making

Masks

Vaccines

Videos

Music

Protocols

You can pocket space like gold coins

Hear the silence drop in your pockets and jingle

Jingle for health

Jingle for another day dawning

Jingle for a battle, Covid 19 the war is on!

CHANT OF PANDEMIC DAYS © gillena cox 2021

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Tuesday, July 13, 2021

819

GILLENA COX GARDEN PHOTOS 2021

The rains, the rains, oh dear the rains

Language of lushness speaks vociferously

So many appearances so much gains

Caladiums  spread like elephant ears

Season of torrents, oh dear the rains

Green's a colour verdant and unremorseful

Weeds and cultivars jostle without pains

Caterpillars long gone to moth wing nights

And flowers open for butterfly gains

Happy is the garden in season so wet

Soil, drunk on heaven's tears, oh dear the rains

GARDEN - A FOLD © gillena cox 2021


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Monday, July 12, 2021

Monday WRites 306

SONGS OF A JUKEBOX
Do they have this unique song in the jukebox
Once for the anointing twice for the fox  

Who's wiser than a legacy 
Who can outrun his destiny 

There comes a time then 
At goodbye o'clock when 

All we desire is that rest of peace
SONGS OF A JUKEBOX © gillena cox 2021

Paying tribute today to my mother who died last Wednesday and was cremated yesterday. Here are some poems, shared here in the past, written with her in mind.

Spicy Sorts
St Georges to Port of Spain
Coconut Fudge
There beside The Sea
First Woman Blood

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