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TO SCHOOL AND BACK
As a child i walked to school and back
Holding my younger sister's hand we went our way
Our school bags had straps, we sang songs of knapsacks
We walked in plain white sneakers called (crepesoles)
Laced up the front, we walked to school and back
We scrubbed and whitened with liquid white polish
Our (crepesoles); laces we washed then laced them back
Walking home from school, there were stop points
Mango trees, Tamarind trees, boys pelted stones, whack!
Fruit fell, we all, girls and boys scrambled a few
Though far, we walked all the same to school and back
TO SCHOOL AND BACK © gillena cox


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Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Walk



THIS POEM IS A DRY DAY, A LITTLE ADVENTURE, A BRIDGE
This poem is a dry day
This poem is a little adventure
This poem is a bridge

The mud, still squelching after the rain,
Leaves nothing to anyone's gain,
Least of all to a timid little girl,
Her hair forever sets in a stray curl,
This poem is a dry day.

They set out to go to a school friend's house,
Why does she have to be such a mouse?
We all walk in sapats with tyre straps,
Our wooden soles sounds a racket in laps,
This poem is a little adventure.

Oh come on we all walked across the plank
Why didn't you stay back if you're such a blank
Come on, the wooden plank is sturdy
Oh come on cross over cross over hurry
This poem is a bridge

This poem is a dry day, this poem is a little adventure, this poem is a bridge
THIS POEM IS A DRY DAY, A LITTLE ADVENTURE, A BRIDGE
© gillena cox


Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Bridge





DURABLY BAD
Plastic Bag looked might sad
We choked some whales a tad
Surely we are out
Without any doubt
They say we are just durably bad
DURABLY BAD © gillena cox


Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Plastic bag




REVISIT
26 June 2017

Monday WRites 211

CONTEMPLATING COLOUR AND VIBE
The mighty sun finds us lost in the vibrancy of our Caribbean hues. Talking a walk in the hot sun without a hat or umbrella is common place. People are accustomed to these hot temperatures, we were born into it. Though there is much talk lately of Dry Seasons hotter and drier than back then, those day of our childhood.

Even more so of course on Days of The Carnival parades though the streets on Monday and Tuesday when the road belongs to the bands of costumed revelers, when colour finds itself imbued in souls celebrating this same sun.

It is easy to find oneself steeped in the rhythm of the day, as care and stress is lost to the music and the vibe. There art is flowing its liquid visceral vibe through the streets. Quite unlike the walls of the somber gallery where we can stand and gape.

a musing of colour
there to lose and find oneself
in framed canvas
CONTEMPLATING COLOUR AND VIBE © gillena cox 2019

I viewed a collection of works by Trinidadian artist Carlise Harris last week and am sharing in my mosaic today.
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Mosaic Monday
#33 - Roses, Rainbowsand Reflections

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Blue Monday: Hints of Blue

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[image - Flowering Mindscape by J.Hurlbert courtesy dVerse Poets]

ARTFULLY ARRANGED
The rains, finally,
lolling through an entire day,
stringing peals of lightning
to thunder bolts.

The bougainvillea shower down
from their cozy boughs,
they drop
to assemble on the ground
like tiny paper lanterns.

Sometimes they take flight,
like that bluebird of yesterday
to perch on my mind,
offering me dreams of fantasy and favour,
wherein my headband sprouts
huge bouquet of words

I put water into a vase
and arrange my sentences
so artfully.
ARTFULLY ARRANGED © gillena cox


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Meet Jackie Hurlbert


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Poets United Mid Week Motif ~ garden

Monday WRites 210

LIKE A DOLL'S HOUSE
The old house stands for years as good old houses do. Residents come and go. Sometimes whole families. They putter and paint. But have the good sense to keep that doll's house look.

white paint -
adding that quaint decor
to the old fret work
LIKE A DOLL'S HOUSE © gillena cox 2019

Seems the Rainy Season has really started. Its a rainy Monday today, raining since early dawn, nonstop. As a child when i was growin up Corpus Christi which is this Thursday used to be the marker for the start of the Rainy Season for those folks who didnt look to the Met Office.
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Mosaic Monday
#32 - Rain Drop Dancing

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Impersonator


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Quadrille #82 – Fretboard of Poetry


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REVISIT
17 June 2017


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Monday WRites 209

RISE PAN MAN
When far away an interrupted cry pierced fevered brow, he tossed and sweated back to existence of now. He awoke inquiring "where is grandfather?" the first words to be uttered from his blistered lips.

This decision weighed heavy on his shoulders. He had to settle this one alone. Grandfather had gone to that winged place in the sky where clouds sat beneath ones feet and rain was ones footstool.

Should he go for pan-around-the-neck, as the elders before him did or should he shine in the newness of modern day pan sticks knocking music from the light of moon in the main street of St James.

This flu drenched him in rivers of orange juice, but he rose strong and vigorous. Should he stand behind the tenor pan in the medium band or carry his leather strap to hoist his pan around his neck.
RISE PAN MAN © gillena cox 2019

We Beat Festival 2019 is on going
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Mosaic Monday
#31 - How Does Your Garden Grow?

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Prosery #1
Challenge: Write me a story using maximum 144 words that has to include the following line: When far away an interrupted cry

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REVISIT
10 June 2017
10 June 2015
We Beat 2018

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of The St James Tripolians Steel Band

Monday WRites 208

THE QUESTION OF DRAGONS
"Dragons!" She exclaimed. "You must be joking. There are absolutely no castles around these parts. There are storybooks and flower gardens. If dragon be what today you seek, then i would suggest, try one of those."
clouds adrift
in azure sky -
her pointing finger
THE QUESTION OF DRAGONS © gillena cox 2019

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All the blooms in today's mosaic is from the same Bougainvillea shrub, The first time this plant flowered i got greenish white blooms, then i got pinkish white blooms then a year i got pinkish white blooms with one bunch of blooms displaying a scarlet bract. This year i'm getting orangy reds scarlet and one bunch of pinkish white. What can i say, its got a mind of its own, and i'm loving the experience

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Mosaic Monday
#30 - Movin' and Shakin' in May

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Ruby Tuesday Too:
Covered Wagon


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Quadrille #81
– Here there be {poem} dragons

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REVISIT
27 May 2015


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REVISIT
3 June 2015

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[Today is a prose Sunday, no poetry. 'Chagrin' is written for Poets United where Magaly is prompting asking for prose.]

CHAGRIN
I hugged a tree once, its bark was so soft and velvety. It was a Paperbark Tree, at the Wild Fowl Trust in Point Fortin. There were trees, fruit trees in the yard, in Chaguanas, when i was a child. I loved those trees. I never climbed any of them, because girls were forbidden to climb trees, back then.

When i came to live in the city, trees took on a new spectacular appearance. There were entire trees covered in colour. "Easter time is absolutely the best time of the year" - I strongly believe, that is what the Poui trees think, as they break out in blossoming bunches. On some trees flowers are yellow, almost golden. On some trees flowers are pink.

To look at them then, there is no desire of contemplating The Tree or The Wood of Crucifixion. But rather, desire is to contemplation on the theme of new life, through mercy, forgiveness and redemption. Love from our Poui trees now colour days yellow and pink.

The genus Tabebuia covers these splendid trees. They remain green for the most part of the year. They are quiet somber trees, tall and comely, standing in peripheral spots around The Queen Park Savannah in Port of Spain. When wearing their green leaves, they blend in with other trees, to the extent, that one might even speculate to the Poui's chagrin a tree is a tree.

Well anyway those tree watchers who take trees for granted will. Those who neglect the shape of a tree trunk, the branching of twigs. They will class them just trees. Punishing them for wearing only green leaves.

The Poui is one of the largest and strongest of tropical forest trees, growing up to 150 feet tall while the base can be 4 to 7 feet in diameter. All the leaves are shed early in the dry season, usually in January and February and new leaves do not appear for three to four months. The wood provides a wide range of uses as it is a source of timber for people of the Caribbean. It is resistant to salt water, termites, and other insects making it a viable option in boat making, decking and other wood related projects. Poui tree wood is actually used on Coney Island for the boardwalks as it is very durable.

I never hugged a Poui tree. Have you ever hugged a tree? Hugging a tree increases levels of hormone oxytocin This hormone is responsible for feeling calm and emotional bonding. why not try tree hugging.

CHAGRIN - A SHORT ARTICLE ON TREES © gillena cox 2019


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Telling Tales with Magaly Guerrero: a Pantry of Prose, #4 ~ From the Point of View of Trees

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