Monday, August 3, 2020

Monday WRites 257


[In today's mosaic: 3 words for 3 days of August and some Ixoras]

There were candles in a cellophane pack on the table, tiny candles in different colours. The plastic forks were still in their clear plastic package, as well. Busy hands were adding paper plates and cups, well really glasses around the square table. Another get together. Another day of book club meeting. The cake was frosted blue. A blue cake ! That was the repeated remark as persons filed in. Some with silent smiles, some with good mornings. The table looked sumptuous. Pies and sandwiches bottles of wine bottles of water and such like. I remember someone remarked whether this was a brunch club or a reading club. Laughter was the best answer on that day

slices of cakes
on paper plates passed around -
now the birthday song
© gillena cox 2020

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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
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #257: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧ aA Happy August to all


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#91: Savouring Summer

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Haibun Monday: Birthday


REVISIT
3 August 2015

Monday, July 27, 2020

Monday WRites 256


[TODAY'S MOSAIC: how i feed me]


[Quadrille - Bramble]

Through the bramble they went,
With basket in hand.
Oh precious time spent;
He, Annie, and sister Rhand.
Since those days were hottest,
And season so dry,
The berries were fullest;
Some to savor, and some for pie.
Nary a thought,
That danger awaits.
© gillena cox 2020

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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
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #256: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧ It was a rainy thunder-y week with a sunny Wednesday, here last week. We wait to see what the weather holds for us this week


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#90: Vintage Homes

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Quadrille#108
Among the Brambles
Prompted by Linda


REVISIT
The Red House
27 JuLY 2015
like a doll's house

Monday, July 20, 2020

Monday WRites 255


[Today'mosaic: smiles and mashed potatoes]

He loves me, he loves me not. That was now her frequent pastime. Plucking fragile petals off her garden daises. Was this what love and trust had come to? A classic determination of personal enquiry?
Weather permitting, she would see him later on this evening, one more time before he set sail to the vast blue yonder.
Turning her face skyward, she sighed. A red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills. She shifted her gaze. At her feet her litter of daisy flowers looked sad, scattered, torn apart for no other reason but insecurity. Oh well she might as well start peeling those potatoes for tonight's late supper.
© gillena cox 2020
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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
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #255: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧


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# 89: A-campin' We Did Go

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Jazzing it up on Prosery Monday
Prompted by Lillian to include the line a red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills
from Jazz Fantasia by Carl Sandberg


REVISIT
20 JuLY 2016
20JuLY 2015
we are on Camp


Wednesday, July 15, 2020

739


lovers will naturally hold hands

synchronized strides carry them along
wearing their matching masks

there might be smiles beneath
as they nod to people in the street
seeing things in a new light
© gillena cox 2020


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Weekly Scriblings #28: Seeing Things


REVISIT
15 JulY 2019
15 JulY 2017
...soul mates

Monday, July 13, 2020

Monday Writes 254


[Today'mosaic: Flowers And A Scribble]

QUADRILLE BLUE
Were it not for ink blots on
Blue pleated skirts, one
Could have pondered heaven
In colours ruddy or golden, even
If the drill masters chalked
Formulas of h20 and balked
Footsteps etched forever on the moon;
Mystery clung to distance all to soon.
QUADRILLE BLUE © gillena cox 2020
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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
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#88: Glory in the garden

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Quadrille #107 Blue Monday
Today's prompt from Kim is "blue"


REVISIT
13 JuLY 2016
13 JuLY 2015
...sky is blue 2015


ENJOY THE MUSIC: All Too Soon (Stephen Hatfield) - Kokopelli and Mascato





Wednesday, July 8, 2020

737



at sign of peace hands reached out to
clasp and shake a pact of forgiveness

but things were different back then

now even holy water fonts
hold tiny bouquets of floral adornment
instead of water for dipping a blessing

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what are hands for the question asks

of a pandemic world gloved
masked and forever searching

the eyes of beholders
seeking answers
in new normal question-dom
© gillena cox 2020


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Weekly Scribblings #27: Things Were Different Back Then

Monday, July 6, 2020

Monday WRites 253



STILL CARRY YOUR SMILE - A FOLD
Team 'Super Heroes' is called to wear the mask,
Covering our lips but never once our hearts;
We are ready, willing, able to take on the task;
Covering our noses remembering smell of roses,
Carrying smiles though called to wear the mask;
In pain of pandemic the art of learning chalks,
Hand washing songs for a simple multitask,
On a world wide stage of greatest grievance;
Who is watching, who will applaud this masque?
Will there be standing ovations at the end
Of our performance? called to wear the mask.
STILL CARRY YOUR SMILE - A FOLD © gillena cox 2020


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So July is upon us, We are into the second half of the year. And our second month of the Rainy Season here in Trinidad and Tobago
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #253: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧ What's happening with easing of lockdown where you are. Churches can now carry a seventy five percent congregation, here in T&TšŸ‡¹šŸ‡¹


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#87: TIME


REVISIT
6 JuLY 2015
a smile a nod...2018
behind the mask 2016


ENJOY THE MUSIC 'Nat King Cole ~ Smile (lyrics)'








Monday, June 29, 2020

Monday WRites 252


VOICING SADNESS
What can a song do for sadness?
Bow to the melody,
Curtsy for respectful seconds,
Swing with the chorus,
Or pause to listen for heartbeats;
Sharing all the while a keen sense
Of not knowing the answers,
While questions keep voicing
Continued cognition of being,
Swirling sounds like angels'
Reported syllables of un-worded,
Whispers alive in burdened spaces;
Filling voids of sounded pools,
Never enough to lighten sighs,
Just being songs;
Where sadness lay entwined, enmeshed, woven.

But were i a poem sweetly worded!
I would dance to every syllable of the wind,
Tapping my feet in strains of lively struts,
Here a waltz, a tango, a sonnet;
Tangled in melodies of sadness,
Burdened in meter and rhyme,
Stardust would catch my evening sighs,
And sunsets stare at silhouettes.
VOICING SADNESS © gillena cox 2020


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My mother in law passed from this life last week on June 26th. I am feeling sad this Monday.
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #252: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧ What's happening with easing of lockdown where you are. Bars have reopened here in T&t


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#85: The Icing On The Cake


REVISIT
29 June 2015
on passings 2016
on passings 2015


ENJOY THE MUSIC 'Take My Hands Precious Lord'



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Wednesday, June 24, 2020

734


[image credit: pixabay.com]

LOCKDOWN - A FOLD
Who would have thought, who would have thought;
Mailman would stay at home regardless of weather,
That pretty dress in the store cannot be bought,
Without audience, waves at the beach humming,
To rhythm of pretty Corona; who would have thought,
Worldwide a shut down, to heroes thread of brilliance,
Words emit from lips muffled no pennies sought,
Eyes to smile, heads to nod, handshakes relics of past
Classrooms emptied to no one, zilch, nought
Hence the chords of bird songs expand to fit the silence
In a world, turned jailbirds, who would have thought.
LOCKDOWN © gillena cox 2020


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Weekly Scribblings #25: Well, That Was Unexpected


Monday, June 22, 2020

Monday WRites 251


[Me in my backyard before going to church, yesterday]

I went to church yesterday wearing my mask, ooh very strange.
Good Morning friends of Monday WRites. What's your Monday like so far? Last weekend all churches were reopened again here in T&T, with the easing of lockdown in phases. Now beaches and gyms have reopened. Schools are still closed
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #251: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧ and EXTENDED FATHER'S DAY GREETINGS to all fathers visiting today


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#85: The Rest of the Story


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Traditional writing – on a shining topic!


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A HAIBUN STYLED READING NOVEMBER 2019
Maybe i was born to tell stories, a little griot in my own right. Whom am i kidding, maybe not. Reading bedtime stories has been part of the narrative in my parenting journey and my son the younger of my two children also wanted to hear another one. Ah but that is a long time ago. I am now grandmother to the sweetest seven year old girl.

Boys and girls they enter the library with fresh faces and eager eyes, brought by their teacher who cautions them to behave. All seated, I take red shinny baubles and some tinsel out of a plastic bag. And with poetic license lie to them, telling them they will not be transported to storyland unless and until each one of them tell me the first thing that comes to mind.

This is indeed a shining moment. Everyone is relaxed and the fun begins. Its story time. Each chapter of the book 'Anansi An Unusual Experience 'starts with a haiku poem. It is one of the books i have written for children. A chapter book targeting ages 5 to 11. We agree to do the reading one person hidden from view of the children reading the introductory haiku and myself in front view of the children reading the story text. A haibun style reading.

tinsel and baubles -
the sound of paper tearing
between giggles
© gillena cox 2020


NOTE: The end haiku above in today's haibun is the Chapter One introductory haiku of 'Anansi An Unusual Experience'


REVISIT
22 June 2017
22June 2015


ENJOY THE MUSIC

Wednesday, June 17, 2020

732


PIZZA! - A FOLD
Really, it was just one of those days;
The sky was blue, the clouds fluffy;
Dark clouds however, have their sneaky ways;
They creep into your bones, instead of the sky;
Lethargy without reason, fill those days;
Sighs: long, lingering and repeated out breaths;
Jostle space; in an air, sunlight, sadness,, maze;
A tiny idea zooms larger and larger, make a pizza!
Yummy! some solutions are so simple for those days
PIZZA! © gillena cox 2020

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Weekly Scribblings #24: When All Else Fails…


REVISIT
17 June 2019
17 June 2017
17 June 2019


It's Raining here in T&T today
KEEP SAFE WHEREVER YOU ARE

Monday, June 15, 2020

Monday WRites 250

Click to Mix and Solve
[If you click on the arrow, it takes you to the page where you can assemble the jigsaw pieces]

Good Morning friends of Monday WRites. What's your Monday like so far? The photo accompanying this post is really an online jigsaw puzzle of the old church building where i worship here in St James Trinidad. The church was closed in 2014 for renovations and reopened anew in October 2019. So it doesn't look anything like the photo now.
Closed again due to covid19 pandemic lockdown closing of all churches schools etc. This weekend all churches were reopened again here in T&T, with the easing of lockdown in phases.
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or
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#84: Going Home


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Quadrille #106


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HE DRUMMED
A gift saying all i have,
from a heart pure and innocent,
to match a coming into this life
of strive and sin.
A rthymn so great in its giving,
sounds from a little boy,
who drummed to a baby,
majestic in a manger.
© gillena cox 2020


REVISIT
15 June 2017
15 June 2015


STAY SAFE