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WHAT IS A LOTUS 

That love unrequited is a misnomer.

And nothing in life is free is scientifically correct,

That kindness is the lifestyle not everyone adheres to and love is patient, kind, and in no way judgemental is rock hard fact.  That and so many gifts taken for granted: Bird song, Or light - cold as a shift shaping moon, Stars - alone like socially distanced beings in a pandemic. And sky the colour of blue we think.

"Ah - If I knew then what I know now" -  should i  be saying that today? knowing that i may edit, but i'm not the author of life?

Ah humility, ah gratefulness, ah a heart of trust and thanksgiving: these i need like air to breathe, that i may hope in tomorrow.

I will bloom to light

From muddy anchors rooted

every good i am

© gillena cox 2021

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Weekly Scribblings #54: Hindsight Is Rather Tricky

Prompted to use in a new poem  the line 

If I knew then what I know now

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Mosaic 1: Some New Year's cards i received from haiku friends in 2009 Year of The Ox

Mosaic 2: More New Year 2021 Stickers

Mosaic 3: 'West Mall' one of the places now on my 'Once Upon A Time' list, since i haven't been there since Covid 19 stepped in

Click to play the puzzle online

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Mosaic 4: Carnival Past (photos from my archives)

 Its The Dry Season here in Trinidad and Tobago. We are also in The Carnival Season but the pandemic will prevent crowd activities; though the music will keep us the mood.

You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 

Welcome to Monday WRites #282: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.

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Mosaic Monday
#115: Jolly, Jubilant and Joyous
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today's challenge to use WAY in the 44 word poem

Quadrille 120 (aka 119 part 2) — No way. Way!

ONWARD

way out, way way out to sea, 

steamers wind their way  

against  currents of time, purporting 

power of all things possible; 

hazarding dreams to arriving at 

safe ports, already charted in divinely 

posted albums;

it is hoped that travelers and cargo  

remain  picture perfect.

© gillena cox 2021

❧✿❧ REVISIT
25 January 2018
25 January 2016
25 January 2015

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 TASTE OF BUTTERNUT SQUASH

I remember the taste of butternut squash,

Your roasted words scorching brain cells

Its really hard to add one to two, resulting

In minus one, three just doesn't add up.

There is always something wrong, when

The moon plays coy, hiding behind clouds

The night sky chooses to define as highlights,

Shouldn't there be a beacon drawing threads

Desire once weaved? silently, arduously, continuously

There is no cheese what ever its colour, in the taste

Of moonlight, watching, as ships drift apart,

In a sea, salty  as if filled from mere teardrops.

© gillena cox 2021

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Poetics: Connections

REVISIT

the connecting way

Spawn

dots are connected

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New Year Stickers continues

Click to play this puzzle 'Cattail' online

We here in T&T are officially as declared by The Met Office, in The Dry Season (we only have 2 seasons The Wet and The Dry - no Winter Spring) In terms of cultural aspects We are in The Carnival Season but the pandemic will prevent crowd activies though the music keeps the mood

You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 

Welcome to Monday WRites #281: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.

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Mosaic Monday
#114: Road Trippin', Part VI
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Prosery: Bone Weary

Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy, not blaming pandemic days tolling high rates of casualties and higher still quotients of grief. The fact remains that the healthy and the sick still possess qualities of humanity's negative yin yang sets
Betrayal will not pause to stare at corona viruses however tiny or invisible to the naked eyes. Fake smiles behind masks are not hiding, they are just comfortable in their new normal gizmo. Fake news will continue to thrive for there are always makers of untruths and sensationalisms.
Sigh; hope is a thing with wings, and so are light gossamer butterflies, trusting the wind to be kind to their weight just like the diaphanous webs which continue to exist; because spiders are what they are. They will spin their silks, regardless of  time or the culture of days.© gillena cox 2021

REVISIT
18 January 2018
18 January 2016
Soaked To The Bone

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More New Year Stickers
This is the puzzle of the day today at Jigzone.com. Click the arrow to play online

We are at the second Monday of 2021; a year synonymous with hope.Took down my Christmas wreath this morning. My Christmas tree is still up, lights blinging.

You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 

Welcome to Monday WRites #280: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.

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Mosaic Monday
#113: Holding on to the Holidays
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Quadrille #119 – Dabbling in Poetry


CLOUD TO SKYdab those walls of corona bluesapplying touches of smileshope in tomorrow always shineslike  persistent unpowered noses  
lightly apply touches of smileswear this accessory like cloud is  to sky be to those thorns what is a rose  twenty-twenty-one bring it on© gillena cox 2021


REVISIT
11 January 2016
11 January 2015
peel and daub

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