Tuesday, December 10, 2019

688


[The ' Basket of Bread ' by Salvador Dali from Bing dot com]

AWAY FROM HOME
Back home a wife early in labour
Listen! A cow is screaming across the arroyo

They do their utmost but doc must come
Thrown into action the household women lend a hand

A speedy horse across fields become
A messenger an angel hoofbeats a distant drum

The ranchers weather well the wild storm
Injured cowboys and frightened strays all are back in form

A cable reads of a new born boy
Still though at the trading post prices now to inform

His dad must buy him a brand new toy
While the others will smoke cigars and toast his new joy
AWAY FROM HOME © gillena cox 2019


Process Note
Inspired by my currently reading of Tracie Peterson 'Taming The Wind' this poem has evolved to include the line
"A cow is screaming across the arroyo" from Jim Harrison 'Cow' which is the prompt at dVerse prompt 9.12.2019 and fitted into the form Landay prompted by Sanaa at Real Toads 9.12.2019


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Prosery #7: Jim Harrison

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May the fire in our hearts keep burning as though there is no end ~


REVISIT
1Oth December 2014
1Oth December 2018

Monday, December 9, 2019

Monday WRites 223


[my 2nd week of Advent table centerpiece]

My November 2019 perks of joy came in celebration at 2 events. Firstly; reading of 'Anansi An Unusual Experience' published by authourhouse this year, at the library near me. I am ever grateful to the library staff for making this happen.

What a fun morning, the Standard 4 Ascension Anglican Primary class was appreciative warm and outgoing. They were ready to participate in discussion after the story and happy to answer questions about the story and to ask me questions on my writing. One child received a surprise gift copy of the book, having sat on a seat that was tagged. A copy was also given to the teacher so the whole class could have access to a copy.

Secondly my daughter's birthday, we did a late lunch at a restaurant of her choice, she is first of my two children and she is forty-eight this year.

And with that we were thrown into The Season of Advent again to wait in hope of God's love realized. Advent is my favourite season, after all it takes me to CHRISTMAS.

tinsel and baubles –
the sound of paper tearing
between giggles
gillena cox, Trinidad and Tobago.
[This haiku appears at page 3 of my 2019 Christmas Story 'Anansi An Unusual Experience']

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Welcome to Monday WRites #223, ❧✿❧


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REVISIT
9 December 2015
9 December 2016
9 December 2017






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Wednesday, December 4, 2019

685


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AWESTRUCK
For the mind of God is change itself;
Evening came and morning came first day,
And so light changes everything.

Colour, brilliance, sparkle and truth,
Chiaroscuro, balance, management,
And the order of challenge in life.

The seed, the sprig, the sapling;
The tree the bees the bud the flowers,
A dynamism of necessary coexistence.

The rain on the roof and umbrella tops;
The sun, the oceans wide and deep
And clouds above to make of us awestruck.
AWESTRUCK © gillena cox 2019

NOTE Evening came and morning came: the first day - Genesis 1:5


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Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Changes
prompted by Susan


REVISIT

4 December 2014
4 December 2017
...a change propels


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Monday, December 2, 2019

Monday WRites 222




QUADRILLE: SEASON OF ADVENT
A purple candle on the Advent wreath lit
In a spirit of hushed humility,

For i am anxious for Christmas
With its glamour and glitter
Its brightly sparkled Christmas trees,

Yet i must delay in the season of prophecy,
Waiting, again with hopeful expectation.
QUADRILLE: SEASON OF ADVENT © gillena cox 2019


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). A Happy Monday to all
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Quadrille 93 - Spirited Poems


REVISIT
2nd December 2015
2nd December 2016



[image courtesy dVerse]
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Wednesday, November 27, 2019

683


["lover boy and girl with red heart balloons" image from google dot com]

MAYBE A POEM SWEETHEART
Once i was young, and the moon,
Round and complete, lured my sigh
Many a night in a darkening swoon
There she was, round and ever so high.

Fantasy soared, jump, touch that moon
Bright-cold or pale-gold-hot
Growing takes eons and eons, none too soon
Her texture to know; maybe, maybe not.

There was no need of space ships then
Nursery rhymes could achieve so much
Her pages opened, and that was when
The words flew it passengers as such

Once too, our love was young
The two of us holding hands, looking
We basked in our favourite song
And there was the moon, full round watching.

Some such innocence tugs at the heart
Maybe a poem to write then, sweetheart.
MAYBE A POEM SWEETHEART © gillena cox 2019


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Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Longing
Prompted by Sumana


REVISIT
27 November 2018
27 November 2016
27 November 2015


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Regina Belle - This Is Love

Monday, November 25, 2019

Monday WRites 221


Everything breathes, lives; moving or rock still. Passing years reflected in moon curves, know of existence. Of destiny, that's another issue. Some of us are more gifted than others. Who knows which mountain, will crumble, which sea will be parted down its middle affording passage to a designated few?

What is there in knowing anyway. Each day dawns with some promise of its waning to dark inky skies. Maybe in our struggles to understanding and wisdom, the gratitude for life, that is enough.

ixora blooms
at day's end stay open -
sharing beauty

© gillena cox 2019


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). A Happy Monday to all
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Mosaic Monday
55 Autumn Amble


REVISIT
25 November 2016
25 November 2015



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Wednesday, November 20, 2019

681


[image from google]

Coolness of morning light streaming through clouds silvery, with brilliant thrill of bird whistles. Clean up crews having done their routine work will withdraw, letting the roar of large wheels and the honk in queued horns take over the sounds of morning awakening

a flash of pale blue
from shrubbery to skyward -
the blue bird's silence

© gillena cox 2019



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Poets United ~ midweek motif - awakening
Prompted by Susan



REVISIT
20 November 2015

20 November 2013

20 November 2012


MUSIC
Barbara Jones - Angel Of The Morning

Monday, November 18, 2019

Monday WRites 220


[image from google]

CRACKLE QUADRILLE
Then the lightning crackled like the blaming finger of a witch gone wild on finding her wicked brew had been stolen, gulped, or siphoned off.
And trees whirling wildly to winds withering were indeed worthy of screams from television audiences both young and old.
CRACKLE QUADRILLE © gillena cox

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Take a crack at poeming

REVISIT
18 November 2016
18 November 2015

MUSIC
Katie Melua - Blame It On The Moon

Wednesday, October 30, 2019

679

image courtesy Poet's United


FIREFLY: A VISION, MAKING MYTHS [7]
That day was a soft blue azure,
And night a trifling more somber.

She sighed as she pulled the covers,
Up way up to cover her features.

This new solitude, undesigned intrusion,
She must come to terms with this siuation.

Now into the room serene, and dimly lit,
A lone firefly chose to wander and to flit.

Spreading his flame to absorb the room,
He thought of absolving her from gloom.

She awakened from sleep, all knowing,
She sensed his presence, fully glowing.

She pulled off the covers to stare in awe,
She was never one for old-school folklore.

"I am your guardian angel" he offered,
"Never be lonely, and never be tired."

"But always have faith
For this span on earth."

"Till we meet again
Adieu my sweet and gentle friend"

From bright to slight her space had faded,
But a seed of wonder was securely planted.

Was it in October? was it September
Hummm, I really do not remember.

FIREFLY: A VISION MAKING MYTHS [7]© gillena cox


Blog Hopping today with Poets United Midweek Motif ~ A Million Years Howl When Voices Whisper Among The Trees
Prompted by Sanaa


REVISIT
Making Myths 6
Making Myths 5
Making Myths 4

Wednesday, October 23, 2019

678

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SKETCHING SALVATION

I love apples
Apples first came into my life at Christmas
Christmas was a time for toys
Toys and apples and clearing away cobwebs

Cobwebs in the old days make one sneeze
Sneeze, achoo, God bless you
You want to know where is this poem going,
Going way back to a garden

Garden in paradise
Paradise, a place of every, except that one
One apple tree stood in the middle
Middle, then place of temptation

Temptation spoke with a voice,
Voice of promise,
Promise of greatness,
Greatness as of being God

God walked in the coolness of evening
Evening is a lovely time of day
Day moon were you out yet?
Yet, he questioned the man and woman

Woman was blamed, she made me do it
It, translates to disobedience not eating
Eating apples are nourishing
Nourishing the human fallen spirit

Spirit, God, creator, love itself;
Itself gave of himself, in forgiveness
Forgiveness, born on Christmas Day
Day of new beginnings, salvation's story.

SKETCHING SALVATION © gillena cox 2019


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Wednesday, August 21, 2019

677


MUSEUM
Being fitted for a new look, I once saw her;
iron scaffolding leaned against her,
fa├žade: brushes daubing a brightness to her,
and all the while, she was quietly peeping
through the bustle admiring the flowering
trees in Memorial Park.

Royal. please address her.
The Royal Victoria Institute
(National Museum and Art Gallery)
Port of Spain, Trinidad, that's her.

History lurks within shadows of her
cramped space and labels file her:
amerindian, Cazabon, bones, folklore.
Visiting footsteps and gapes remain within her
adding richness of legacy and heritage to her.
MUSEUM © gillena cox 2019

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Poets United
Midweek Motif ~ Museum(s)


REVISIT
21 Aug 2017
21 Aug 2016

Monday, August 19, 2019

Monday WRites 219



THERE BESIDE THE SEA
A walk along the beach; sound of waves reaching for the sand, there, alone, in coolness of your thoughts, with the smell of the sea in your hair, and the roughness of sand between your toes, the appetite for toast and eggs scrambled may grip you, holding you to a promise of repast. You may taste the hunger in that child you were once, never to be again, when those fried bakes your mother called you to table with, brought a swift presence.
The sea does that to a person. There in vast expanse watching coconut trees lean however-which-way the wind wills. Bossy is the best way to describe the wind. Breezes; cajoling, zephyrs: fanciful.
Ah! but when in playful tease, it caresses your cheek, and you smile with the morning, you know inwardly, you will love again the stranger who was your self.
© gillena cox 2019

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Trinidad and Tobago is hosting CARIFESTA 2019 This August.

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So i have done a quotable mosaic today, Why not share an inspirational quote with me at comments

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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).
A Happy Monday to all
Welcome to Monday WRites #219 ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites.


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Mosaic Monday
#41: Blessed


AND

Prosery #3: Love After Love
Prompted by Kim to tell a story limited to 144 words and including the line -You will love again the stranger who was your self from ‘Love After Love’, a poem by Derek Walcott:


AND

Ruby Tuesday Too
Bass Player

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REVISIT
19 August 2017
19 August 2016 (a)
19 August 2016 (b)


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[CARIFESTA 14 LOGO]





Monday, August 12, 2019

Monday WRites 218


A PRAYER FOLD
On bended knee is a good place to pray,
In the sanctuary of gratefulness to offer,
Return to original source, breaths of day,
To that God supreme and forever loving.
In humbled plea is a good place to pray,
Seek and in so finding, grow in kindness.
Of all things, great or small, a prayer say;
Ask, and it shall be a well worth given.
At night thy head to a pillow of hope lay.
For sunlight whispers to windows of dawn
The chapel of thanks is a good place to pray.
© gillena cox 2019

How to construct The Fold Poem HERE
and HERE


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Do you collect anything? i collect haiku cards sent to me from haiku pals, i collect empty bottles of the perfume i use and i have collected, from when i used to sew for myself, buttons. I used to, as a teenager, collect stamps but i have none of those now. AND OF COURSE HAPPY MEMORIES. Today is the anniversary of my 1971 marriage. You might ask why acknowledge or celebrate, since i have told you before i live alone and i and not widowed. Well it's not complicated at all. I continue to love my husband, i continue to live in our marital home, i continue to be married to him and he continues to be the free spirited man[now much much older] that he is. So dear friends, What do you collect?
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). A Happy Monday to all
Welcome to Monday WRites #218 ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites.


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Mosaic Monday
#40: A Parade and a Potato

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Ruby Tuesday Too
Desert Blossoms


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REVISIT
12 Aug 2017
12 Aug 2015

Wednesday, August 7, 2019

674

[Image from Bing dot com]


A SAFETY FOLD
Doors, window, roofs, silence,
Our safety shields, our barriers.
Keepers, containers from defiance,
Cozy spaces to dwell in our thoughts.
All necessary; caves, roofs, silence.
A wish for all to dwell in peace,
Living without stem of violence.
A caution to winds of rage!
Your being is mere existence.
Helpless our plight, thus we must
Don our hard hats, roofs, silence
A SAFETY FOLD © gillena cox 2019


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Midweek Motif ~ Safety


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How To Construct The Fold Poem here and here

Monday, August 5, 2019

Monday WRites 217


[Today's mosaic 'Whats Blooming']


60 years after Sadako Sasaki's death, the story behind Hiroshima's paper cranes is still unfolding
It must be so sad to loose loved ones in such heinous loud uproars, A bombing killing so many innocent lives going about their daily chores unawares, unprotected, unarmed. This is what war does, rips open the souls of so many left to mourn even so many more. Were there flowers blooming then and there? Questions unanswered to this day. Chrysthantemums, peonies, roses. Beautiful little souls hoping one day to be doctors nurses care givers.

paper cranes will tell
so much no more of sorrow
caused by a bombing
© gillena cox 2019



We had a preface of stormy weather this morning. Whats the weather like where you are?
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). A Happy Monday to all
Welcome to Monday WRites #217 ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites.


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#39: Summer Days, Drifting Away


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Haibun Monday
–Hiroshima Day 2019: A Reflection on Peace

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Macro Monday 2: Thorns


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REVISIT
5 August 2015


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