Monday WRites 60

Photo taken at The Indian Caribbean Museum; Waterloo, Trinidad; March 2012

DHOTIS AND ORHNIS
Fatel Razak rode the waves of hope and recovery
To sun baked days, in fields of King Sugar and Rum
Bare footed, bison and man, worked a path roughly
Strewn, with a music; orientally, ornately, flavoured
Yards of cloth carried waves of hope and recovery
Kholed eyes of women sought wrapped men in dhotis
Humbling themselves, to tread new mud, in a country
Squelched between their toes, their grip of a culture
Of homeland old, to eschew on the way to posterity
The rotis and chokas strengthened their tired bones
And daily they aspired on waves of hope and recovery
DHOTIS AND ORHNIS © gillena cox 2016

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1. Today is a holiday in Trinidad and Tobago
Happy Indian Arrival Day 2016
2. Fatel Razack was the first ship to bring indentured labourers from India to Trinidad
3. The dhoti Unstitched cloths, wrapped around the waist and the legs and knotted at the waist worn by men.
4. The Orhni A veil worn by women



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Monday WRites 59

HIBISCUS
[version Sunday 29th May 2016]
She decorates hedges with delight
Pesky little girls, stick their tongues out
She however never ever, gets in a fight
Under skies, where bloom cumulus clouds
And a house where dogs bark, hedges with delight
Looping butterflies in passing may rest
Swaying in furls, what a pleasurable sight
Then off they go, on their journeying
All is profusion, in her blooming might
Wings dancing to the beat of a breeze
Left behind now, familiar, hedges with delight

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HIBISCUS
[version Monday WRites 59]
She decorates hedges with delight
Pesky little girls, stick their tongues out
But they never ever, get in a fight
Under skies, where bloom cumulus clouds
A house where dogs bark, hedges with delight
Looping butterflies in passing may rest
Swaying in furls, what a pleasurable sight
Then off they go, on their journeying
All is profusion, in her blooming might
Wings dancing to the beat of a breeze
Left behind, familiar, hedges with delight
HIBISCUS © gillena cox 2016



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Monday WRites 59; edited to link up to Bjorns prompt
The Butterfly Effect

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[Trinidadian Leroi Clarke
mural from google dot com]

LOVE OF BEAUTY IS TASTE. THE
CREATION OF BEAUTY IS ART
To channel soul in colours - Love
Stemming tides of
Fanciful exposure, all for the sake of beauty
Can trees twitter? and birds sprout? is
This a mindful state to endure? this taste.
Strongly measured, in strokes and dabs. The
Spell which strangles reality in creation
And in processing, what of
New challenges, new ways in stating beauty
Cognizant of what is,
The 'already there', if only in the mind of Art
LOVE OF BEAUTY IS TASTE. THE CREATION OF BEAUTY IS ART © gillena cox 2016

This is my first attempt at line end acrostic, hope you enjoy this

Written for Prompt Nights -Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is Art – [15]


AND

Linking to The Tuesday Platform

Monday WRites 58

[image from google dot com]

TWITTERED IN
Today i awake to twittering birds
Taste of night still clings to my tongue
Void of awakening fills my empty words
Sights from faraway spheres to inform
Hence, today i awake to twittering birds;
Still i hold the grey of tumbling thoughts
From sleep-drome where nothing girds
Fancy flights of wings effortless in form
Words tell tales in seconds and thirds
Thirsty my lips from wandering in awe
Whence, today i awake to twittering birds
TWITTERED IN © gillena cox 2016



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one feather a 2009 haiga

SOUNDING TIME
Every sound, universal in language;
Harmony of heartbeats, weathered
In time's eternal reality, wrought
Of hammer and anvil, carved
Rock, crafted stone;

Every sound, universal, a language;
Answers to river, flowing around
Hope, in path of time journeying,
Where destiny takes to flight,
Twittering birds

Every sound, universal in language;
Sketching hues, golden in sunsets;
Silver clouds, for morning dawns
Magnificent, in feathered callings;
Melody, for colour.
SOUNDING TIME © gillena cox 2016

Written for Sumana's
mid week motif ~ birds

Monday WRites 57

[image from google dot com]

NEW
What's new? we often ask, when filling gaps;
Expecting in turn, differences, between
Sunsets and sunrises, of yesterday's lapse;
Indeed, life shifts in particles, minute dust,
Ever in motion, thoughts unwind, filling gaps
Words speak, layering over creation's plans;
Nothing is new? only freshly served? perhaps!
Daily bread, consuming hunger, rewarding then
Task of nature, in bountiful kneading, overlaps
Giants are slumping, babies are crying, tis so
Will it ever stop? courage, when filling gaps.
NEW © gillena cox 2016



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HALLOWED IS HER NAME
And the maiden shall conceive and bear a son; Is 7:14

Angel of God descends from on high
Proclaiming a destiny, already realised
Her Yes prophesied, maiden meek and mild
She to carry the Jesus child

And a sword shall pierce your soul; Lu 2:35

Sorrow her anguish, potion of her cup
Yes! in pure kneading, bane of her bread
Foot of his cross, her heart there bleeding
Mother of nations to Heaven uplifting

O death, where is thy sting? 1 Cor 15: 55-57

To Death Land he descended anointed Christ
Son of Mary, destined to rise
A gaping hole his tomb a sign
Resurrection day cannot be denied
HALLOWED IS HER NAME © gillena cox 2016


written for Brendan MacOdrum's prompt

Sunday Mini-Challenge: Harrows and Hallows
Challenge: write about something that is both harrowing and hallowed.

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FRAGRANT CONVERSATIONS
This poem is a flower -
Flirtatious as the skirts of dancers,
Furling in the Bele rituals;
Hedged near my front gate,
Crepe Jasmines, milk white;

This poem is a bud opened -
Perky yellow dabs, as sharp
As pin pricks, dotting her centers,
To sunlight, and nightfall
When she sounds the loudest,
Fragrant conversations with breezes;

This poem is a miracle -
Who designs the awe of blossoming,
Knowing when smiles should delight
Faces, with wonder and gratefulness,
Sadness with light and thankfulness;

This poem is a flower
This poem is a bud opened
This poem is a miracle.
FRAGRANT CONVERSATIONS © gillena cox 2016

[bele dancer from google dot com]

Written for
Prompt Nights – Nothing is more memorable than Scent – [14]

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[ a 2009 photo of The Waterfront, Port of Spain Trinidad; grey scaled and text added]

SECRETS ALIVE IN THE NIGHT
Shrouded thus, in dark secrets of night,
Shy moons hide, in obscure clouds;
Shadows ply their sinister plight,
For all is mystery ever unknown,
Silhouettes ride yon secrets of night,
Hurried messenger, mounts trusty steed
Loathsome arena, jumbies might;
Falling stars, no wish to deny,
Whispered yearnings to skyward sight;
Such is the ether in hidden carousal,
Never never, revealing secrets of night.
SECRETS ALIVE IN THE NIGHT © gillena cox 2016


Written for Susan's
mid week motif ~ secrets

Monday WRites 56

[image from google dot com]

MAY SIGNALING
The rains came with cooling breath,
Let nameless wildflowers colour life,
With gentle urging, place a wreath,
A maiden's head to garland then;
Leaf buds sprout, under cooling breath
Spreading smiles to silver tinged skies
Pliable clay, is earth here beneath
Craft your daydreams to rainbow worth
Place thee ponderings in fitted sheath
May is here; with ribbons a twining
In showy patterns around cooling breath
MAY SIGNALING © gillena cox 2016



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[ a google dot com image]

DANCE FOR MAY
Why did we dance, twirling and twining;
Ribbons so colourful, and some in our hair;
It was the month of May
And our teachers did say
Dance children dance
For the lovely month of May

Poles upright, reaching for the sky;
And us, wee ones going round and round;
It was the month of May
And our teachers did say
Dance children dance
For the lovely month of May

This patterning, of futures perhaps;
Lessons, constructing dreams, forging harmony;
It was the month of May
And our teachers did say
Dance children dance
For the lovely month of May.
DANCE FOR MAY © gillena cox 2016


written for Magaly's prompt

Poetizing the Maypole
Challenge: ...to write a new poem inspired by the Maypole.