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apple.
(We all know the story about which half is edible and which is not).
She, being
(Trini to the bone liked mangoes and pomeracs).
So, she refuses the apple.
A few days later, she, the evil Which, does not show up for work.
As the rumour goes
(It good fuh she! why she had to go and thief de office petty cash)
The evil Which is gone!!!
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[Michael Alfano sculpture found in a google search]
Striving: a Cote poem
Affirm
Today as beautiful as birdsong
Listen
Hearts too speak words forlorn
Dance
For earth's rhythms do prolong
Be
A breath ever willing to sing a song
Striving © gillena cox 2022
The Cote – a poem of uneven couplets attributed to John Schroeder. L1 being a single imperative verb, L2 is a glossing or expansion of L1. Rhyme and meter is of your own choosing.
[image courtedy dVerse]Paprika sonnet red as eventide?
Russet as a sky in setting gear,
Warm as a kiss on a cooling breeze?
Somber lemongrass for you my dear.
How shall we sup this night then?
On holy vanilla cuddles? where
Coriander and cinnamon dilly dally,
Between verse and rhyme? fear
Not the passion of a ginger sweet tryst.
With dill and thyme i woo you my dear.
TRYST © gillena cox 2022
NOTE: How to construct The Fold Poem HERE
and HERE
I used from, list of spices and related words: Cinnamon Coriander Ginger Lemongrass Paprika Vanilla Thyme Dill
QUADRILLE - PUNCH
We punched holes into each sheet of midnight
So stars with their pointed light
Could illuminate nightmares
Never letting the void of curious stares
Intimidate our wanderings
For what are we if not writings
On the wall of mention
Some poem sought as intention
Today's mosaic 'Venturing out after restrictions'...my daughter and I attended the Sunday matinee yesterday of 50th anniversary of The Repertory Theatre.
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I will not be attending the live online meeting today but i am still posting a voiced version of a 2021 poem PAPER WINDMILLS
You can REVISIT to READ PAPER WINDMILLS HERE
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BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
Open Link 223 – September Live edition
[image: a Lee Madgwick strange house]NIGHTMARE © gillena cox 2022
NOTE How to construct The Fold Poem HERE and HERE
BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
The strange houses of Lee Madgwick
[image courtesy dVerse poetry]WHAT MORE
Botanical gardens are a delight. I have visited Trinidad's, Tobago's, Grenada's, and Barbados's. I have also been to The Kew Gardens in London. Too few places for my avid interest. I would say. Gardens are a source of pleasure; a restful roaming for the eyes and all the other senses.
Were I a travelling person still, at every point of my jaunts I would ask to visit lovely large world renown gardens.
Yet, my garden at home remains humble. A few ixoras, bougainvilleas, caricatures, dinner plates, spider lilies, Caladium (which the rainy season excites), plumerias, pinwheel jasmines, crown of thorns, bachelor buttons, chinese bamboo, and a lot of green and varieagated green plants.
I should be more brisk at tending my garden since i find flowers so delightful. But i am a lazy retiree. I remember in high school being a part of a rose garden planting project. That one is etched in my memory. What more does my garden need? Hmm in the words of Katherine Riegel I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace.
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[image: a Leroy Clarke painting from google]Maybe she was heading
Towards a nervous breakdown
That face never used to carry a frown
Oh but they say he finally left her
No more like a cat does she purr
That seems impossible
Well, dirty laundry washable
He's now with her best friend
Didn't mean to offend
All skin teeth is not laugh
Maybelline surely got the shaft
And they were so close
Which makes it so much worse
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NOTE: All skin teeth is not laugh - Friendly appearances can be deceiving sometimes, or a person's smile can be one of deception.(A Trini saying)
CONTEMPLATION:A QUADRILLE
You know me well.
You will never charge me of logolepsy.
Laconic is more to my being.
Raindrops on my roof, and i am impressed.
Still, knowing sadness,
That somewhere the floods distress others.
Ah still tis wabi sabi.
Raindrops draw me in contemplation.
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[image credit Dawn by Joan Miró from pinterest]I LISTEN
The song birds are quiet,
Rested from their dawn thrilling,
The sky silvery with some tints.
I wake before dawn and
I choose to wait for their songs,
Before getting out of bed.
What would morning be without them?
I LISTEN © gillena cox 2022
