Monday, June 29, 2020

Monday WRites 252


VOICING SADNESS
What can a song do for sadness?
Bow to the melody,
Curtsy for respectful seconds,
Swing with the chorus,
Or pause to listen for heartbeats;
Sharing all the while a keen sense
Of not knowing the answers,
While questions keep voicing
Continued cognition of being,
Swirling sounds like angels'
Reported syllables of un-worded,
Whispers alive in burdened spaces;
Filling voids of sounded pools,
Never enough to lighten sighs,
Just being songs;
Where sadness lay entwined, enmeshed, woven.

But were i a poem sweetly worded!
I would dance to every syllable of the wind,
Tapping my feet in strains of lively struts,
Here a waltz, a tango, a sonnet;
Tangled in melodies of sadness,
Burdened in meter and rhyme,
Stardust would catch my evening sighs,
And sunsets stare at silhouettes.
VOICING SADNESS © gillena cox 2020


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My mother in law passed from this life last week on June 26th. I am feeling sad this Monday.
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #252: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧ What's happening with easing of lockdown where you are. Bars have reopened here in T&t


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#85: The Icing On The Cake


REVISIT
29 June 2015
on passings 2016
on passings 2015


ENJOY THE MUSIC 'Take My Hands Precious Lord'



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Wednesday, June 24, 2020

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LOCKDOWN - A FOLD
Who would have thought, who would have thought;
Mailman would stay at home regardless of weather,
That pretty dress in the store cannot be bought,
Without audience, waves at the beach humming,
To rhythm of pretty Corona; who would have thought,
Worldwide a shut down, to heroes thread of brilliance,
Words emit from lips muffled no pennies sought,
Eyes to smile, heads to nod, handshakes relics of past
Classrooms emptied to no one, zilch, nought
Hence the chords of bird songs expand to fit the silence
In a world, turned jailbirds, who would have thought.
LOCKDOWN © gillena cox 2020


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Weekly Scribblings #25: Well, That Was Unexpected


Monday, June 22, 2020

Monday WRites 251


[Me in my backyard before going to church, yesterday]

I went to church yesterday wearing my mask, ooh very strange.
Good Morning friends of Monday WRites. What's your Monday like so far? Last weekend all churches were reopened again here in T&T, with the easing of lockdown in phases. Now beaches and gyms have reopened. Schools are still closed
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #251: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧ and EXTENDED FATHER'S DAY GREETINGS to all fathers visiting today


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#85: The Rest of the Story


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Traditional writing – on a shining topic!


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A HAIBUN STYLED READING NOVEMBER 2019
Maybe i was born to tell stories, a little griot in my own right. Whom am i kidding, maybe not. Reading bedtime stories has been part of the narrative in my parenting journey and my son the younger of my two children also wanted to hear another one. Ah but that is a long time ago. I am now grandmother to the sweetest seven year old girl.

Boys and girls they enter the library with fresh faces and eager eyes, brought by their teacher who cautions them to behave. All seated, I take red shinny baubles and some tinsel out of a plastic bag. And with poetic license lie to them, telling them they will not be transported to storyland unless and until each one of them tell me the first thing that comes to mind.

This is indeed a shining moment. Everyone is relaxed and the fun begins. Its story time. Each chapter of the book 'Anansi An Unusual Experience 'starts with a haiku poem. It is one of the books i have written for children. A chapter book targeting ages 5 to 11. We agree to do the reading one person hidden from view of the children reading the introductory haiku and myself in front view of the children reading the story text. A haibun style reading.

tinsel and baubles -
the sound of paper tearing
between giggles
© gillena cox 2020


NOTE: The end haiku above in today's haibun is the Chapter One introductory haiku of 'Anansi An Unusual Experience'


REVISIT
22 June 2017
22June 2015


ENJOY THE MUSIC

Wednesday, June 17, 2020

732


PIZZA! - A FOLD
Really, it was just one of those days;
The sky was blue, the clouds fluffy;
Dark clouds however, have their sneaky ways;
They creep into your bones, instead of the sky;
Lethargy without reason, fill those days;
Sighs: long, lingering and repeated out breaths;
Jostle space; in an air, sunlight, sadness,, maze;
A tiny idea zooms larger and larger, make a pizza!
Yummy! some solutions are so simple for those days
PIZZA! © gillena cox 2020

NOTE
How to construct The Fold Poem
HERE
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REVISIT
17 June 2019
17 June 2017
17 June 2019


It's Raining here in T&T today
KEEP SAFE WHEREVER YOU ARE

Monday, June 15, 2020

Monday WRites 250

Click to Mix and Solve
[If you click on the arrow, it takes you to the page where you can assemble the jigsaw pieces]

Good Morning friends of Monday WRites. What's your Monday like so far? The photo accompanying this post is really an online jigsaw puzzle of the old church building where i worship here in St James Trinidad. The church was closed in 2014 for renovations and reopened anew in October 2019. So it doesn't look anything like the photo now.
Closed again due to covid19 pandemic lockdown closing of all churches schools etc. This weekend all churches were reopened again here in T&T, with the easing of lockdown in phases.
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #250: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧


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#84: Going Home


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Quadrille #106


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HE DRUMMED
A gift saying all i have,
from a heart pure and innocent,
to match a coming into this life
of strive and sin.
A rthymn so great in its giving,
sounds from a little boy,
who drummed to a baby,
majestic in a manger.
© gillena cox 2020


REVISIT
15 June 2017
15 June 2015


STAY SAFE

Wednesday, June 10, 2020

730



STARS AT NIGHT - A FOLD
Most highest high, pass the stars at night,
A wondrous love dwells above the clouds.
Born again by water thus, our birthright,
There in the upper room sealed his desire;
For each one of us, pass the stars at night,
Of fire given through our friend and brother,
With tongues, gifts universal set he the sight.
The Word to be told, the Word to be light,
Guiding those lost out of places dark to safety;
Serene pasture of verdant providence in reach,
Of each one of us, pass the stars at night.
STARS AT NIGHT © gillena cox 2020


NOTE
How to construct The Fold Poem
HERE
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Weekly Scribblings #23: By Means Of Music

Sanaa asks "For today's challenge, I want you all to draw inspiration from the YouTube Playlist" she has given.
I chose for my inspiration COLDPLAY - A Sky Full Of Stars



REVISIT
10 June 2019
10 June 2017
10 June 2015

Monday, June 8, 2020

Monday WRites 249


[Another June Jumble - 'Yellow Center of Today': Plumeria, Dessert Rose, Pinwheel Jasmine all from my garden today]

Welcome June and here in Trinidad and Tobago, The Wet Season.
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #249: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧


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#83: Emerging (Part 2)


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Prosery Monday: Different Directions
Asked to write using a line from
'An Aspect of Love, Alive in the Ice and Fire' By Gwendolyn Brooks
a piece of flash fiction of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line.
We go in different directions down the imperturbable street.

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CORONA'S BOX
It was time for the opening. They emptied the contents of crowned shaped dust all over the surface of planet earth.

Mornings became quiet now except for the whistling and chirping birds letting all and sundry know that the new day had merged from night to dawn to morning. This was The New Eerie Time.

The Lords Obedient all proclaimed throughout the planet: there will be no church going, no beach going, no school going, no hugging, no assembling, no kissing, no partying. This is the Era of The New Lord No.

He he he He he he; a sinister low laughter was heard by some.

"Close the restuarants! Close the barbers and hairdressers! Yes you can wear face masks!" "Yes meh Lord they answered" And so we go in different directions down the imperturbable street. But flowers still bloomed in earth's soil.
© gillena cox 2020


REVISIT
8 June 2015

STAY SAFE