DANDELION
In a chiaroscuro of shapes your hand,
Pledging a bouquet so winsome and,
Bursting with this gift desire of miles,
Of weightless flights to carve smiles,
On the moon or hearts aflame with,
The wonder of magical dreams;
Formless shadows part the streams,
Of night bringing to day time,
Sweet senses with changes in clime,
Passing through asteroids in orbit;
Another New Year feature: with Friday 16 February being The New Chinese Year of the Dog. Happy New Year Again
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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).
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HEARTS OF GREEN
i colour my heart green for love
of Planet Earth where trees leaf
in chlorophyll choirs high above
bird song painting greyscale dawn
lifting sleepy hearts green for love
Here i am, mere footsteps from my house, sharing the vibe. Its Jouvert. Monday morning the start of adult masquerade through the streets. The season of Carnival ends tomorrow.
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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).
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GLUM PYJAMAS SHED
Like today, some mornings i awake, wearing my glum as if designer pyjamas, one should revel in with class. Ah but my heart cries out for solace. For is not joy, now my inheritance? I turn my heart in prayer to the One True God, who has given His Son in ransom for my life of grace and mercy.
Leaving the curtains drawn, in early morning dimness, with its timpani of raindrops, I light a candle, pick up my rosary and head out to sit in the gallery. The feel of the beads against my skin is enlivening, lifting my spirits as i chant my meditation, nonchalant about sky.
Oh but a magical, majestic pull lifts my eyes.
a rainbow arcs
its set pattern of colour
before my eyes
I continue in my rosary meditation, now with eyes peeled skyward, multitasking concentration.
the rainbow wanes
from right to left vanishing
to azure sky
My day is now set to the rhythm of poetry, to the majesty of nature's bounty, glum pyjamas prayerfully shed. I choose the garment of gratitude to revel with in joyfulness instead.
Yesterday was the parade of Children Mas Bands along The Western Main Road in St James A Happy Monday To All. The Season of Carnival 2018 continues here in T&T until February 13th.
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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).
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A STRANGER ASKING
Walk along the Main Road,
The doubles vendors are crowded in
By eager feasters;
Some having breakfast,
Some having a bite after all night hangovers.
The seller umbrellas spread like roofs
Over cozy little huts,
Where there is family to be fed;
The measure of hot sauce to be added:
Slight pepper, or heavy.
Doubles vendors are male, female, or,
Whole families plying their fast tasty wares;
Some queues are long and winding,
Some, arcs upon arcs of circles,
Jostling for this street delight.
But what of the young man,
Carrying a backpack,
At ten in the morning, in the Season of Carnival,
Standing, right there in the Doubles vendor's spot;
Asking.
