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['Contemplating Peace Carolyn M. Abrams Art' from google]

OF PEACE
The wings of the butterfly are not still
They are white, flapping in the breeze
The colour of the sky is not overcast
It is the azure of a bright sunny day

The absence of birdsong is not disturbing
It is fleeting and transient
They will be there again maybe in a second
Maybe in an hour, who knows

The quality of peace is not turmoil
It is the assembling and arranging
Of everything into a channel of hope
Of gratefulness and of satisfaction
OF PEACE © gillena cox 2019


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655

THE EXERCISE OF WALKING
New sneakers or old, mornings made for walking
Stretch the length of main street and sidewalks;
Cardboard street-sleepers embrace sleep unstirring
Wise worm-seekers will be there to assemble tastes.
Hot doubles, surely, on mornings made for walking
Court the breakfast crew to selections: hot, or mild;
Served in paper squares, long before shops-opening.
At the corner, where Poui aloof in bloom, a swerve,
A detour, off the main street gasps crisp air inhailng
Horses in pasture care only for sweet treat, munch
Nose to the grass, such mornings made for walking
THE EXERCISE OF WALKING © gillena cox 2019

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[this jigsaw first published at my blog Lunch Break March 2017]

On The 11th of November here in Trinidad and Tobago, as well as throughout the British Commonwealth . Remembrance/Memorial Day is observed. In Trinidad and Tobago wreaths are laid at a cenotaph in Memorial Park, Port of Spain. Remembering the World War I soldiers from our country

red hibiscus
a commonly grown flower -
honours fallen heroes
© gillena cox 2019



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In Trinidad and Tobago we observe Memorial Day on 11 November. A blessed Memorial Day to the USA observing today 27th May.

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JUST BEFORE DAWN
I awoke, but the dawn was no where to be found
Moonlight however, held sway against this fabric
Of night; gibbous and silent, observing the sound
That sleep had woven into a somnolent city cocoon
I sighed, since the dawn was no where to be found
Not knowing the fullness of this plight i stumbled
Out of bed, no qualms, to bare feet on the ground
For such is that nameless void, in-between-stage
Whereby star and moon this city had been bound
Grackle, Tanager, Kiskadee, where are your songs
I mused, but the dawn was no where to be found
© gillena cox 2019 JUST BEFORE DAWN

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22 May 2019

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ABANDONED HOUSE
An abandoned house,
rich in silence and vibrant red blooms,
stands at the corner;
where sunlight acts as traffic-stopper.

Where are the children's squeaky toys,
the tobacco smell of dad's pipe,
the hum of mum tossing pancakes?

These questions abide within its emptiness.
ABANDONED HOUSE © gillena cox 2019



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651

THE PICNIC
This poem is a young family
This poem sits in Savannah grass
This poem is time out

She toddles up close to the pond,
But before she dares step in,
Dad grabs her struggling arms.
Mum smiles through pink lipstick;

Poui abloom against azure sky,
Kites vie in competitive swoops,
This wind knows how to lift a skirt,
Better then to sit or wear jeans.

This is all good, a Sunday in
The season of Easter, a basket
Stays the kente cloth spread, and
Cheese sandwiches taste better.

A young family fills this poem
Sprawled out on the Savannah greens
For a Sunday afternoon picnic.
THE PICNIC © gillena cox 2019


#NOTE: In the above poem The original 'Boomerang Metaphor form' is corrupted, as the title does not include the BM refrain and the last verse strays a bit from the The original form, in the way the verse 1, is repeated in the verse 4


Happy 2019 International Day of Families: Theme "Families and Climate Action

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OUT TO LUNCH MOTHER'S DAY
Seated near a window, the view in the far ground is of the Savannah crisp and brown for the drought that ensues. Nearer, just below the palm trees in their startling tallness, their entire length seen from above. Green fronds irregardless of the scorching sun, sway with the wind. A welcoming mother's day wine, and appetizers are served, before joining the line-up to the buffet table. Luncheon over, dishes are cleared away from tables.

lips of the mothers -
all the lipstick colours dulled
to a greasy shine
OUT TO LUNCH MOTHER'S DAY © gillena cox 2019



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Making up today's mosaic are three of my fun art pieces, i am an amateur in this field, painting, drawing, and doing digital art just for the fun of it, as a hobby. To see larger views of each segment of the mosaic click the hyperlinks 2264 2266 2098.

Monday after Mothers Day, before we go back to the day to day schedule, a little bit more attention to mothers.

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13 May 2017
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GIFT
See now, i gift you little trinkets, tiny gems,
Different colours, shapes,
I string them together like pierced beads,
These syllables, words, phrases, sentences,
A garland to adorn, a favoured friend.
And call this gift precious, expression.
And present you with this poem, enduring.
GIFT © gillena cox 2019



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CUT THE CAKE
Refreshments, shared to cups and plates,
Guests, they have their fill,
For RSVP reserves a seat.

Ooohs and aaahs of bridal train,
Blessing cup already shared,
Music revolves around the space.

Regards from elders,
Bouquet jostled, well caught,
Enough! Up now! Cut the cake!
CUT THE CAKE © gillena cox 2019


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Today's mosaic shows a wedding gift i worked on from February to May of this year. There are all types of marriage bonds. i read of child marriages, marriages to bond countries, runaway marriages, romantic marriages, and of course there are lots more. The ones i luv are: where they fall in love, marry, and live happily ever after.
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6 May 2018
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RTHYMN AND HUES
Birds of Paradise, hushed in a tall vase,
The size of grande, in the corner of a room.
Talk is precious, culture garrulous, if you
Take into consideration, the bass, the guitar
The tenor, in the steelband orchestra.
All voiced at the same time.
In sunlight scourching, in dim evening twilight,
Still its intensity, its voice, like the vibrancy
Of those Birds of Paradise imitating sunset.
Mocking pretenders of the dying evening.
Flora and music, specific of country
A biome marked Paradise (T&T) generously shared
Within its very own, rthymn and hues.
RTHYMN AND HUES © gillena cox 2019


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