Monday WRites 178

HIDDEN IN A CLOUD
A sky, holding all the wisdom of worlds
Beneath, accompanies me on my walk.
I walk, clouds glide, in harmony furled;
From here to yesterday and back, stretched
Like elastic bands, all the wisdom of worlds.
Sneaky thoughts morph in ghostlike formations,
What is there for clouds to do, in dream-world?
In silent boo oo notes, harmonize, to rain or not;
Maybe hide their divine messengers, whirled
Who trumpet with accord of their masters bidding,
Up there in the azure, all the wisdom of worlds.
HIDDEN IN A CLOUD © gillena cox 2018

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❧✿❧Flood waters have abated. Its now the time for remedial attributes for those adversely affected. Be it grants, lend a hand or a prayer.

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Shadow Shot Sunday 2: Horses



Enjoy The Music
October is Calypso History Month in T&T
R.I.P. Winston Bailey (October 1941 - October 2018), better known by his stage name The Mighty Shadow or Shadow,



Revisit
29 October 2015
cloud 2016
cloud 2016

Monday WRites 177

[for today's mosaic I used some of my 2011 photos; taken on an outing with the book club I was reading with then]
SEA TURTLE
The waters contained in ocean we cross,
Mindful of our smallness in this vast expanse,
Equilibrium is the name of today's boss,
Gravity is a sister who loves her brother,
As stability dances in ocean we cross.
A journey of wonder is embroidered in trust,
Our hope is for safety to the island across,
Words are spoken as audible buntings,
Suddenly a wave brings an identity toss.
A sea turtle swimming still not fully grown,
Small wonder contained in ocean we cross.
SEA TURTLE © gillena cox 2018

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❧✿❧We are under a spell of inclement weather, excessively heavy rains over the last few days have resulted in flooding and displacement to some people in some parts of the country. Emergency forces are giving every bit of their mettle to help those in need.

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Enjoy The Music
October is Calypso History Month in T&T



Revisit
...waves of passion
22 October 2016
...pondering waves 2015

606

[image from Bing dot come]

CORNUCOPIA
A spell of night rain, pooling,
An abundance of memories.
Vast as this night's passing,
Inky black sky holds her charm,
Like story of oceans, pooling.
To cornucopia, stuff sweet excesses.
Never leave to river's carrying.
Steadfast, hoard your days of past
Contentment, and guard unyielding
In such mystique as night's shadows.
Revel a spell of night rain, pooling.
CORNUCOPIA © gillena cox 2018

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Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Abundance
Prompted by Susan


REVISIT
17 October 2016
...plenty
Soca Land


ENJOY THE MUSIC
October is Calypso History Month in T&T

605

[image courtesy dVerse]

SO NOW
So now; it has come to this.
A waltz of days,
All the feelings, all the passion, all the yearning,
A crumbled toss into inert melody,
With fragrance still longing for
Lingering beauty of years,
Plucked in courtship,
Fossilized in what was,
No more thought to what will be.
So now, it's all the memories, beauty can fathom.
SO NOW © gillena cox 2018


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Poetics: Beauty in Ugliness


REVISIT
16 OCTOBER 2017
16 OCTOBER 2016
of beauty 2015

Monday WRites 176

[I shape filtered one of my 2012 Maracas beach photo for today's post]

FEET BARE
Sun rays tickling straw hat, feet bare in the sand
Wrap wishes in ocean song, send to horizons all.
Down by the sea, where drift woods sail on a wand,
Magic of wonder is only a vast canvas of rhythms.
Mermaids flip beneath, jealous of feet bare in the sand.
Bucket after bucket castles rise, then yield to the waves.
Day dream after daydream walk the course, hand in hand.
A swell of inbreath salty, and sweet as carefree footsteps,
Press stenciled imprints, temporary as a breeze o'er the land.
Hush, noise of busy days, listen wild heart to wandering tides.
And, just follow the meanderings, of feet bare in the sand.
FEET BARE © gillena cox 2018

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Good Monday Friends. ❧✿❧ leaf fall in many climes signify Autumns progress into Winter. Not so here we have but 2 seasons A wet and A Dry.
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Enjoy The Music
October is Calypso History month in T&T



Revisit
15 October 2016
...grain of sand
...hot sand

603

[image from Bing dot com, fair use]

YE OLE CINEMA REELS
Pit; they shouted and swore,
Too much, times some more.

House; heads leaned on shoulders,
Every now and then, whispers.

Balcony; turned up noses,
At House and Pit, holy roses!

Yuck! retreating darkness from;
Chewing gum,

Stretching from your soul,
Oops! i mean, sole.
YE OLE CINEMA REELS © gillena cox 2018


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Quadrille #66 – Yuck it Up


REVISIT
9 OCTOBER 2017
not what...
...dark hall

Monday WRites 175

For today's mosaic, I refurbished an oldie, photo and water colour painting.

FACADE
Yellow leaves fall, its not Autumn;
Seemingly she's unhappy alone,
Now that silence dragnets a hum,
To one teacup of tea at her table,
Whispers, can smirk its not Autumn;
Yet she, drawn to her canvas creative;
Applies colours in hues of stylish rhythm,
Knowing not when reds and golds merge,
In tune with wind's dropping sarcasm,
Rain claims season of floods and storms.
A facade, it never was, its not Autumn.
FACADE © gillena cox 2018

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Good Monday Friends. ❧✿❧ leaf fall in many climes signify Autumns progress into Winter. Not so here we have but 2 seasons A wet and A Dry.
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Enjoy The Music
October is Calypso History month in T&T



Revisit
leaft cutter ants
leaf tips
playing colours at poker

601

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STILL BALANCING BIRD SONGS
Remember those days, when we went to market?
The vendors put the sweet potatoes,
In one plate of the scale,
And then placed the weights,
On the other plate of the scale.
A little swing. A little adjusting.
Either take some of the sweet potatoes out,
Or some of the weights out.
Hmm, those skills of adjusting;
Which balance behooves of us?
When we juggled quantities,
Oranges one, then two, then three,
Now add a fourth all in the air,
Pitting gravity's pull,
Against the deftness of our minds?
We are now the modern day scale-people.
Place two sweet potatoes. Note it. Bag it. Tag it.
No wavering of weights.
No waverings of measures.
No crucial deciding choices of
One more or less to either sides of the plate.
We take home the sweet potatoes
Without one ounce of struggle.
Did we foresee the coming of complacency?
In our weights and measures.
The unrequited resolve of unnecessary balance?

All the while, sky juggles,
Her birds songs from varied coloured feathers.
And, oceans still carry;
One more seashell tossed to the sand of time
Taking in waves
A drag back of its measure of sand
According to the whim of its tide.
STILL BALANCING BIRD SONGS © gillena cox 2018


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Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Balance

REVISIT
3 October 2016
3 October 2015
...better balance

Monday WRites 174

[In today's mosaic: Background flower is Marigold, flower of October. October Gem is Opal, and the pannist is Ken “Pro­fes­sor” Philmore T&T icon who passed this morning. All internet images: Fair Use]


STAR KEN PROFESSOR PHILMORE
You left in God-speed-time.
Opals of pan rhythm and melody,
Will sparkle in the daidem we wear.
Yes, Trinidad and Tobago,
Joins in your heavenly radiance,
Star[Ken “Pro­fes­sor” Philmore]
Continuing to twinkle world wide.
STAR KEN PROFESSOR PHILMORE © gillena cox 2018


#October

October’s birthstone is OPAL Asian cultures believe it to be a gem of hope. Aborigines of Australia believe opal was left behind by an ancestor as a sign of his or her presence. Opal as a gift is said to mean faithfulness and confidence.

In Trinidad and Tobago, Calypso History Month is October.

In the old Roman calendars, October was the eight month of the year and got its name from the word Octo meaning eight.

“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” ― L. M. Montgomery in her book Anne of Green Gables

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Good Monday Friends. ❧✿❧ As we Welcome October globally, here in Trinidad and Tobago, we are saying God speed and RIP to famous Steel Pan arranger/player and national icon Ken “Pro­fes­sor” Philmore.

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Enjoy The Music 'Pan By Storm' from now deceased Ken “Pro­fes­sor” Philmore of T&T



Revisit
1 October 2016
1 October 2015
Saying Some Names