Monday WRites 230

[in today's mosaic The Red House Port of Spain Trinidad reopened after renovations 24th January 2020]

RED WALLS QUADRILLE
Stone walls red, when folks go wild, blush under the sun opposite age old trees.

Stone walls, crumble to embers when, wild of riots cinder and reduce gravel to flames.

Stone walls, rise the phoenix of endurance, after rage takes it toll, Ever Red
RED WALLS © gillena cox 2020


NOTE
Seat of Parliament in the Republic of Trinidad and Tobago. The architectural design of the Red House is of Beaux-Arts style, its foundation stone laid on 15 February 1844. Painted red in 1897, burnt to the ground 23 March 1903, In July 1990, the Red House was the site of the Jamaat al Muslimeen coup attempt. In 2011 closed for renovations which began in 2016.


Last Monday in January and the Season of Carnival is ripening lively here in Trinidad. We had a most auspicious event on the 24th, The Red House Port of Spain Trinidad reopened after renovations. More about The Red House HERE

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 #230, ❧✿❧ Happy New Year 2020

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Mosaic Monday
#64: Kiplin Hall, Back from the Brink

AND


Quadrille #96: Wild Monday
Prompt:Kim from Writing in North Norfolk, welcoming dVerse poets to this week’s Quadrille, when we take any meaning of one word and transform it into 44 poetic words.The word today is ‘wild’


REVISIT
27 January 2018
27 January 2017
27 January 2016


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[photos Carnival Past © gillena cox ]



[photo and gif © gillena cox 2020, gif created in Picsart]

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photo haiku reposted from Lunch Break

HUGGED BY THE SEA
The sea is all around us, hugging us.
They call us island people
People with salt in our soul and sweetness in our smiles
So tasty, we just cannot be still;
Like the waves in our vast hugging sea.

We talk in rhythm, walk in rhythm,
A sea of colour surges through,
Our Carnival days, a non- rainbow rainbow
Which arcs, into a melting pot of island people;
Steel pan, tassa, soca; we are.

So tasty, we build our castles of sand and,
Dig buckets of chip-chip to take home to curry

Days of plunder at sea; the gun powder days,
We place our oppression in museums,
And free ourselves in the unity of culture.
We walk the beaches leaving footprints wet;
All of us, island people.
HUGGED BY THE SEA © gillena cox 2020


Blog hopping today with

Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings#3: Salt-water poems


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REVISIT
23 January 2019
23 January 2017
23 January 2016


It's Carnival Season here in T&T
CARNIVAL PAST: photos © gillena cox

Monday WRites 229

HOPE IN TODAY
When one of those little greetings 'Have a nice day' gets to its target, hope is spread, received accepted realized. Someone's life is made better, someone's day is given brightness. Hope is an energy serum, a feel good drug, a must share potion.

Doesn't help to keep it. It must be shared, it must spread like a wildfire. It must burn into our futures. Not a backward moving mobile, hope shapes tomorrow with first thoughts of goodness. Maya Angelou in her reflection on Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech, at the Lincoln Memorial, wrote "The Rock cries out to us today, You may stand upon me, But do not hide your face"

Humankind thrives on its forecast. Hope is very ordinary, not at all presumptuous and thrives on the grandeur of simplicity.' Good Morning' - purposeful, simple, beneficial. There is hope at work. Its a starter, the wheels of well being is set in motion. That's hope at its best.
HOPE IN TODAY © gillena cox 2020


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We are still in January, the year is still young, still new. And we in T&T are in The Season of Carnival. The United States celebrates the birthday of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr today.

[CARNIVAL PAST © gillena cox ]


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 #229, ❧✿❧ Happy New Year 2020

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Mosaic Monday
#63: Don't go with the glaciers


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Prosery 1/20/20: “The Rock cries out…”
Roaring in the new
Frank Tassone is the bartender today dVerse and we write Prosery. He challenges ... write a piece of prose in 144 words or less That has to contain this quote: “The Rock cries out to us today, You may stand upon me, But do not hide your face.” from Maya Angelou’s poem “On the Pulse of Morning”.


REVISIT
20 January 2018
20 January 2016


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695

My lines of inspiration :
Next year's Christmas letter would be from both of them. It would be all about how happy they were...and every word would be true. page 269 Christmas Letters by Debbie Macomber


For the prompt by Mish
#1. Choose a book that is physically close to you right now. Ok, it might not be the first one within reach. I will never know. Turn to the LAST page. Read the last one or two lines. Let these words stir your poetic soul and write a poem.


KISMET
Sometimes events are inevitable
Kismet of the un-ponderable

Even when life throws a punch
And time ducks to a zero crunch

Crystal ball clouds clear to minnion
Freedom gallops like a wild stallion

Ah but the one yielding the lasso
A garment of fastening she will sew

So fast and precise in catching
The well caught, the unsuspecting

A chorus of hoorahs to this cause
Romance needs every applause
KISMET © gillena cox


Blog hopping with

Poetics: Last Lines

REVISIT
January 14 2019
14 January 2015

Monday WRites 228

[in my mosaic today: 3 wildflowers in my unkempt lawn]


WABI-SABI
This new decade, weighted with its share of negatives blooms.
Where are love and peace, within the glooms?

We must feed ourselves doses of hope in each new day.
As transience and imperfection roar their way.

Truly delightful to admirers, Splendor of blooming wildflowers .
WABI SABI © gillena cox 2020


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The new year, is still a crying baby, 2nd Monday in 2020.

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 #62. Hamburg Part III


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Quadrille 94
Roaring in the new


REVISIT
13 January 2017
13 January 2016


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STAY
Amaryllis, snipped from her pride of place,
Bunched artfully amongst hyacinths blue, ace
With careful meter to woo the heart of a beloved;
There at his bedside, a task determined,
Never to let darkness of unmeasured days
Falter to silence, least he slip into nether land ways;
Oh! but stay pretty please, stay awake my beloved in sleep,
Stay to dreams realized in quiet harmony of welcomed keep.
That length of days may weather our love and sweet our kisses
Be, ever the flavour of life, burning at the edge of years to verses
STAY © gillena cox 2020


Blog hopping today with

Poets And Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #1: January is here, with winds that blow kisses ~
Prompted by Sanaa to choose three words from a list given to create a new poem. The words i chose are in bold.


REVISIT
8th January 2018


IT'S CARNIVAL TIME HERE IN T&T, ENJOY!!!

Monday WRites 227

[in my mosaic today: 1. 2020 Calendar, 2. 2020 favourite mug gift from my sister Gail, 3. my Christmas tree stays up for one more week]


The new year, not yet a week old, i make no resolutions. Consciously, however, i want to stick to my early morning exercise routine in my backyard. I have so far narrowed it down to not less than one thousand natural walking steps and some stretches. Then i reward myself with a fruit smoothie. I have let go of minutes. It doesn't work for me. Sometimes my right knee hurts, so i will on those mornings stop at a thousand steps. My sneakers are ragged, note to self, i must make the time to buy a new pair.

arms outstretched -
wide enough to give the sky
a big hug
© 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 practice eg the rite of afternoon tea). A Happy Monday to all
Welcome to Monday WRites #227, ❧✿❧ Happy New Year 2020

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Mosaic Monday #61. Holiday Leftovers


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Beginning (again) – Haibun


REVISIT
bits of inspiration 2015
Chinese New Year 2018
Happy New Year 2016

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