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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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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#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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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
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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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Monday, July 29, 2019

Monday WRites 216


Today's mosaic - Graptophyllum pictum, caricature plant leaves from my garden 2019,

DESTINED UNIONS
Listen the raindrops dropping from the sky
Where does one hide from darkness of night
Perhaps wishes need clamber way up on high
Where mountain-kissed clouds surrender be
Do you hear raindrops dropping from the sky
Are there dreams unspoken and concealed
Moonlight and starlight and wondrous sigh
Birthing paths where direction takes root
In nebulous contemplating silent cry
There alpha and omega lead and follow
In destined unions dropping from the sky
DESTINED UNIONS © gillena cox 2019


How To Construct The Fold Poem here and here

How do you feel about rainy Mondays, guess now a days , the answer is bring it on since there's a heat wave on in most parts. Still The 'Carpenters' didn't share those feelings at some time past.
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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#38: The Beanie, The Gaiter and The Wife


AND FOR

Quadrille #84
IS THERE
In a sky freckled of fireworks,
is there an independent moon?
To question loud booming celebrations
Of man-made notions:
That Freedom must first be fought,
Then bought,
Since shackles of dystopian dreams
Feed off olive branches bare of doves and partridges.
Well is there?
IS THERE © gillena cox 2019


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Macro Monday 2: Buckwheat


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REVISIT
29 July 2015
29 July 2016

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Wednesday, July 24, 2019

671


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DANCE
Dance, dance in the rhythm of moonlit nights
For time is young in hearts of thou and me
Petit, my waistline swerves under your sights
Milky way and morning dew ours be
Ride the waves this night upon open sea
As you dance me pulsing to skirt swirling
Nary a tango nor a waltz furling
Just twined hearts may carry such a passion
Of a night destined among the whirling
When stars twinkle only for this session
DANCE © gillena cox 2019


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Midweek Motif ~ Dance


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REVISIT
24 July 2017


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Monday, July 22, 2019

Monday WRites 215


Today's mosaic is titled 'July Past' and is made up of past July images posted at my blog Lunch Break.
to see the first postings visit
patterns of light passion pink petals painting

MORNING CUES
A spontaneous pattern of sunlight
Shadows paint on the ground
Forms indeed an intricate sight
It is morning they surround
But then came the thunder sound

And then it rained and rained
A curtain of raindrops well trained
Was now set to the window view
Not to be drawn there as if chained
Awaiting the next of morning cue
MORNING CUES © 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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#37: Pottering, Patience and Poppies


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Ruby Tuesday
Sizzling Sun


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Poetry Form Dizain

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REVISIT
22 July 2015


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paper boats

Wednesday, July 17, 2019

669


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AMBROSIA NIGHTS
Nights were, when the calming scent of Ambrosia
Wrapped me like skin, cuddling like moon perimeters

Keeping me secured and enlightened stayed confined
My thoughts never drifted beyond the sound of breath

My heart was light with giggles and laughter, heady
As if consumed of wine in long stem glasses, cheers!

My wishes were pasted to eternity stretching into
Unknown places sensed in the sensuality of moment

Etched in the echoes of time silent and unwavering
You held me tenderly you were scented in Ambrosia
AMBROSIA NIGHTS © gillena cox 2019


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Midweek Motif ~ Perfume


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REVISIT
17 July 2018
17 July 2017
17 July 2015

Monday, July 15, 2019

Monday WRites 214


[Today's mosaic 'Raindrops on Leaves']

RAINDROPS
raindrops
with fitted sense
they assembly themselves
see how they round out on the leaves
like that!
RAINDROPS © 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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Ruby Tuesday
Little Red Dots

AND

Quadrille #83 & 8th anniversary
where the challenge is a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting your title), with the given word – sun.

RAIN WITNESS
All and sundry, they pop up to say hello to raindrops.
Caladium of the broad speckled leaf,
Xythosoma of the single red sheath petal ,
Fever Few of white petals and golden center
as well curious unknown ones,
All witnesses at the altar of Rain.
RAIN WITNESS© gillena cox 2019

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REVISIT
17 July 2017


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Wednesday, July 10, 2019

667


Cinque Terre, Italy - by Kookay

SEASONS MAY
Now that the Poui have gone shy of blossoms,
Blue green outline of mountains hem the sky line.
Grey clouds will skirt their way into many a morning
There to stay weeping,
Hushing excited thrill of dawn birds,
Shooing them off to hiding places.
Seasons come and sometimes linger before they go,
Ah but morning breaks, regardless of the
Her sun, dipping into the horizon of hours,
No matter how low.
SEASONS MAY © gillena cox 2019

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Midweek Motif ~ Weather


REVISIT
Whether Weather
Soaked to the bone
Onions