Tuesday, November 29, 2016

324


[play doh art by Zuri & gramma Gillena Cox]

If we leave creation to the hands of a child, whorls of possibilities enfold, circles and swirls which life envisions, these are lines that can sparkle spiders, to the web of nursery rhymes, where juices and jelly beans are caught in the pattern to sunlight, crafting day to day additions to shapes and flavours, all of which are necessary to definitions of play and dough.

smiley faces -
just as wind lifts the curtain
one more dot added
© gillena cox 2016


Blog hopping at
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Tuesday Platform open mic

Monday, November 28, 2016

Monday WRites 85


[image from myway dot com]

COCONUT FUDGE
This poem is sweet
This poem is a candy
This poem is the sacrifice of a mother's hands
This poem is fudge

Thick as treacle, brown as chocolate
The smooth yummy-ness
Melts on your tongue, sweet.

White coconut meat, scrawled
Across tin grater, steady and firm,
Hands of a mother. Milk of the nut
Squeezed through a strainer

Bubble bubble what's the hurry?
Take your time, thicken
To just right consistency.
Beat beat, a rhythm from the ladle
Wooden and willing,
Thick enough is the treacle.

Spread in a shallow pan.
Buttered is better, pat tenderly.
Sweet as can be, mark out,
Then cut the cutest little cubes.

This poem is candy, children to delight.
This poem is coconut fudge, a bit of cocoa powder mixed in.
COCONUT FUDGE © gillena cox 2016

[image from myway dot com]

Process Note
The Mother's hands in this poem are not mine, but those of my mother, who made for me as a child (and my other siblings) delicious fudge and sugar cakes. I cannot make these sweets even if my life depended on it, Thanks Mom for these precious little gifts of delight.



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).
Welcome to Monday WRites #85, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



verses




Blog hopping at
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Weekend Mini Challenge: Cooking up a storm

Saturday, November 26, 2016

322


[image from google dot com]

STILETTO CORRIDORS
I
Cave dwelling
Around the fire the family eats
There's meat on the spit
Woman she, serves her brood
The men have put away theirs spears
Till the next hunt

II
Drawn to the light
At the tunnel's end
He wears the suit
The jacket and the pants
She has laundered them
With acceptance for such is love
She is, the good wife

III
Stiletto corridors
She tick tocks to
A new time clock
She wears the tight, tight skirts
She wears the pants too
Brings home the bacon
And she fries it
STILETTO CORRIDORS © gillena cox 2016


Written for Prompt Nights
When diving into the possibilities of Role Reversal – [36]


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Friday, November 25, 2016

321

Unicorn and Phoenix by Carol Law Conklin Batik Artist used with special permission courtesy The imaginary Garden]


With her tiny pointing finger, she wonders at the moon, a child of my heart so small so cute, there is magic all around, for the moon is big and round, and grandma sings, a sweet smelling song. Plumerias white in the night, centers of yellow, like moon or like sun. Not every song, is lullaby in the night.
light of the moon -
heartbeats write the love songs
for a grandchild

© gillena cox 2016

Blog hopping today at
Artistic Interpretations with Margaret - Carol Law Conklin Batik Artist
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Margaret's prompt

Monday, November 21, 2016

Monday WRites 84


[Jesse tree image from google dot com]

Inside the void of waiting, a crystal shines brighter than any dazzle could dare, Its name is stellar, its colour is clear, its passion is potent as source, as life blood. Yet its size is miniscule, like the tiniest seed or grain. For all that it needs to nuture being, is its reality.
season of Advent -
again faces are turned to
journey and a star

© gillena cox 2016



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).
Welcome to Monday WRites #84, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



verses



Linked to

Carpe Diem Special
Japanese Poetry In The Lowlands #4 Mariƫtte Schrijver


Will link also to
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
The Tuesday Platform

Friday, November 18, 2016

319



BEHIND THE MASK
A smile to mask the pain of betrayal
When all else fails that smile supports
The shaky foundation of swirling waters
Eddying far beyond the heel of shore

When all else fails that smile supports
The rib cage that trust warrants depart
All that's holding soul to shell to soul
Is that determined refusal of drowning

The shaky foundation of swirling waters
With jaws agape enough to rips to shreds
Hope of belonging in faith of journeying
Hidden in the hurt that smothers living

Eddying far beyond the heel of shore
Horizons dim in misty rainbows sunken
Losing hues in watery spasms cajoling
A smile to mask the pain of betrayal
BEHIND THE MASK © gillena cox 2016


Blog hopping today at

Prompt Nights
On Popular Demand – Life is a masquerade. You never know who might be hiding behind a mask or facade – [10]

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Monday, November 14, 2016

Monday WRites 83


[image from google dot com]
BRIGHT MOON
Moon bright, surfing waves in stellar night, have you care for human plight? Moon bright. Were the cares of man so slight, were the length of days so smooth, in your shaping, bright moon, would you save a dime to sigh, breathe a breath of birthing life, shine beneath a heaven far. Moon close in the far side of night, shadows dare rescind thy smile, for wherein is thy solid task of wanting to whisper to humanity's foibles, wise words for all can fathom. in deepest heart re-vowed. Stay your course to stars that may then, under umbrella of heaven's dome, wish to grant the dreamer's yearning, for days buttered better, to break fast, in supple morsels, faith thy seed in ample actions. Decide chance to wayfarers roof, to lunacy dearth of expressive sight, and pleasure, in the highest height, to appeasement of souls, diaphanous webs, skillfully threaded, days and yore, diamonds and garlands. Be thee bounty, near side of easy waning. Gather in thy shifting temperament, weights to anchor sea beds jeweled, worth the measure of human goodness, fashioned from a god unyielding, only wanting the gain of reclaiming, a pasture perfect as before.
hence super moon shines -
tree silhouettes reduce the depth
of ominous oath

BRIGHT MOON © gillena cox 2016

Revisit
Supermoon



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).
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verses



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The Tuesday Platform

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Saturday, November 12, 2016

317


Its way past dawn, my feathered friends pay a visit to my thorny bougainvillea, they twitter out such a raucous spell of happiness.
The bougainvillea bracts are a hot bright pink. In mid mornings sun, that must be quite exciting for singing birds. But what do they know of economics, of politics, of poverty, of religion, of hate or indifference. Then again, maybe they know it all, They have the wisdom of providence, and the duty to proclamation. So they twitter and they sing. And i, i listen from my quiet space, for this raucous passing is to me a needle to contemplation.
shaping futures -
maybe bright colours of flowers
sweeten bird songs

© gillena cox 2016

Blog hopping today at
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Sunday Mini-Challenge: Still Points

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Friday, November 11, 2016

316


MAKING MYTHS [2] TREMOR
Gaia sings her lullaby, for every crevasse, in every star. There's a lull, by which her progeny earth, will rest, will dream, will seep into the tunnel of darkness, emerging out, at the the sparked end, having traversed through the caves and caverns beneath, like a veiled bride, unknowing, until, the sunlight, kisses her cheek; one, then the other, and blushing, with passion awakened, the warmth of sun, like a splendid God, challenges her being to, the sensation of rhythm, so she sways and swoons, swaggers, and moves her hips to a new found prize called the dance. First her hips, then her feet, jewelled and coloured. Slowly, her pets tom-toms, too, are awaken, in a perilous spate of surprise to the view of their mistress's concert entranced, sounding a pace to her hips, those hips, mesmerizing, the bridegroom, Sun. Their passion rising, her feet, moves faster, shifting layers, shifting levels, till all that's left are the shambles, the sirens, the sobs. Muffled sounds; for now Mayhem and Despair too, are awakening. Chaos yawns. it's still to early.
dead men's bones -
the rattling of windows
in earth tremors

MAKING MYTHS [2] TREMOR © gillena cox 2016

Revisit
Making Myths[1]

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Fireblossom Friday: I Feel The Earth Move

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Wednesday, November 9, 2016

315


FROM HERE TO WHERE
I find myself here, fragile full
........................(echo) lull
Me to sleep, within a song of slumber
........................(echo) ember
Flecks of gold, adorn the winding ways
........................(echo) says
The smiling doll faces and cuddly bears
........................(echo) wears
Are but pastime distractions, much
........................(echo) such
Is the manner of adult frivolities
........................(echo) idolatries
If infants could speak, for everyone's care
........................(echo) dear
Dear, where from and to where goes
........................(echo) crows
A rooster, tis only the beginning
.................(echo) beginning
FROM HERE TO WHERE © gillena cox 2016


Blog hopping today at

Midweek Motif ~ Path; Sumana's prompt

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Tuesday, November 8, 2016

314


DAWN'S OBSESSION
Twittered be to morning light
Feathered sirens out of sight

Sometimes to wait in bated breath
Passed now time of dreaming slept

Until they sign each new treaty
Rest assured beguiled to be

Of night's enchanted passing
This affair, passion to proclivity

Feathered sirens out of sight
Twittered be to morning light
DAWN'S OBSESSION © gillena cox 2016


Written for Sanaa's Prompt Nights


Obsession continually fills or troubles the mind – [34]



Linking Also to The Tuesday Platform
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

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[my video choice today: Vem Vet - Who Knows]


For lyrics with English translation of Vem Vet Click Here

Monday, November 7, 2016

Monday WRites 82



...Meanwhile back at school. Petunia, Zinnia, and the three others, sat in the classroom together. Miss Marigold asked for a show of hands, from the group interested in the story of Hansel And Gretel. One little girl from Zinnia’s group...
Under The Chinaberry Tree © gillena cox 2016

[excerpt from my new children's book 'Under The Chinaberry Tree' published through Authorhouse
ISBN: 978-1-5246-6220-2(sc)
ISBN: 978-1-5246-6219-6(e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2016917833




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Friday, November 4, 2016

312

DEBATING A DUO
There was a woman happy and brave
Her e mails disclosed caused quite a rave
And narry too soon
Did she blush wobble and swoon
Cause it was just a coffee crave


[image from google dot com]

Look there a man, sight to behold
Wore his hair styled, a toupee gold
He wouldn't pay his taxes
And though he didn't wear his glasses
Dared he still to stand, at the threshold
DEBATING A DUO © gillena cox 2016

Blog hopping today at
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
What Fresh Hell is This? - November Word List grapeling's prompt


Wednesday, November 2, 2016

311


[photo courtesy Trinidad Guardian,
Thursday 31st July, 2008]

Undressing our more sophisticated T&T selves, will reveal bits of natural comfortable selves such as the particulars to death, grieving, and community participation in times of sadness. Two such aspects of this undress reveal: The Wake and The Bongo, icons of a cultural past

BONGO NIGHTS
Qua-qua line outside the circle
Sobs encircle
quiet mourning
in night's passing

Tack ah tack tack the bamboo clack
soul gone night black
loud the drums beat
creating heat

Tomorrow the undertaker
passage maker
fix up for rest
body behest
BONGO NIGHTS © gillena cox 2016


[photo Woodbrook Cemetery - Mucurapo Road, St. James, Trinidad; October 2016]

Glossary
Bongo/Wake...Steeped in a syncretism of African and Methodist religion, the Wake and Bongo has been around for a long time in Tobago. Dry biscuit was the normal fare at this ritual, perhaps because it was usually the people of the poorer class who held the wakes, and dry biscuits were sufficiently affordable to cater for the large crowds that would gather every night...

The Bongo
is performed at the house of the deceased on the night of the wake (the night before the funeral). The dance depicts the passing of a person from one world to the next.

The qua-qua - is the musical accompaniment for the dance and is simply two pieces of bamboo struck or clapped together rhythmically by the players. The flat sound is struck in the tempo tack-tata-tack-tack, tack-tata-tack-tack.


Blog hopping today at
Midweek motif
Day of the Dead - Susan's prompt

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Tuesday, November 1, 2016

310


NOVEMBER SCOPE
We speak of saints and soul, we say
our dismay
and thunder's scorn
helps lead them on

Self sacrificing, giving all
Trees bare and tall
Without garnish
Be their relish

A master's voice helps to lead them
Wind of this realm
Spirit of hope
Thats how they cope
NOVEMBER SCOPE © gillena cox 2016

Note
November brings to the catholic mind set
All Saints Day - November 1st
and
All Souls Day - November 2nd


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The Tuesday Platform Marians is prompting today

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