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wild fowl haven,

sunlight slithers over the water.

 to browse her weight in hyacinths,

 the lazy caiman rolls her eyes,

 just above the surface of the water,

 munching her greed water fodder,

oblivious to duck ponds and audience stares.

what a sleepy dreamy life.

© gillena cox 2022

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Welcome to Monday WRites # 351

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BLACK FEATHERS BUT NOT A COVIDAE

Video phone talk with a Crow:

Caw caw caw

And the same to you

Caw caw caw

If you talk prepare to walk

Strut strut strut

You look like a drunken sailor

Strut strut strut

You must be like Mork

Alien alien alien

Your eyes are yellow

Alien alien alien

Held in a gawk?

Dumb-beak  dumb-beak  dumb-beak

Black beak feathers feet?

Dumb-beak dumb-beak dumb-beak 

No need to squawk

That's because i'm a grackle

Hear that crow guy

That's because i'm a grackle

Are you a hawk

I live in Trinidad and Tobago!!!

Grackle !!!!!

I live in Trinidad and Tobago!!!

Well No need to squawk

beep beep beep

He hung up 

Beep beep  rude guy!!!

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Video phone talk with a Crow:

If you talk prepare to walk

You must be like Mork

Held in a gawk?

No need to squawk

 Beep beep  rude guy...he hung up!!!

© gillena cox 2022

NOTE: Grackles and Crows belong to different families; grackles are icterids while crows are corvids. Crows are also generally larger and heavier than grackles and have different colored eyes.

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[Today's mosiac pink ixoras in my garden]

Hot days await the cooling rains. The sound of pelting raindrops on the rooftop. Season of smoky clouds and flooded streets. We are still waiting for the rain though the Met Office has confirmed the season. 

People of long time days didn't look to the Met Office. Every avid Christian marked the Season of Rains with the planting of pigeon peas and corn at Corpus Christi holiday.

today just a tease

raindrops against the windows -

pink ixoras bloom

© gillena cox 2022

#In Trinidad and Tobago our Seasons are Rainy Season And Dry Season: no winter, spring, summer autumn.

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Welcome to Monday WRites # 350

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). 

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CLINKING GLASSES

As day progress to clear evening

Moon shoulders her task

Somber night of her to ask

Invisible breezes set to cooling

Contemplative thoughts sober

Elixir of wine glasses at a border

Desire of home with family sharing

Grandpa stories of days gone by

Grand children apple of his eye

Tis not a dream this kind of living

Coin tossed dictates the first

Lose the game is not the worst

As day progress to clear evening

Invisible breezes set to cooling

Desire of home with family sharing

Tis not a dream this kind of living

© gillena cox 2022

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MESMERISING MORNING

 A beautiful day moon

Walk away if you dare

In the coyness of night

Light a scented candle

Should i rephrase this honey

Dew clings to morning leaf sway

© gillena cox 2022 

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We are writing poems today using compound words from a given list

with these constraints

You MUST take apart the compound word within your poem. You can do that by a) putting the first half of the compound word at the end of a line and the second half of the compound word immediately at the beginning of the next line OR b) by separating the two halves of the compound word with punctuation. You MUST separate the two root words that make up the compound word.

You may  NOT put additional words between the two root words, and you may NOT add a letter to either of the root words.

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To sleep and then again to 

Cast nets beyond waves of 

 Ebbing tide 

 Surely dreams are the catch 

Of midnight moons

 Napping above

 Those lost portions of bread 

And salt fed as bait of days 

Refusing return 

 Be amused at slumber 

Drawing curtain of dawn

© gillena cox 2022

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Visit with my Book Club to The Wild Fowl Trust at Point a Pierre; all photos taken March 2012. Photos first posted at my blog Lunch Break March 24 to 28th 2012

Welcome to Monday WRites # 349

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  Open Link LIVE – May Edition

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read for open link night 20220512 at dVerse Poets Pub

Listen to a voiced version of MOONSHINE 

And read MOONSHINE HERE

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DEAR TOMATO

Yellow or red,

You are ripe, eaten

fried when green,

 Tomato dear -

So i love thee oh,

Plump and succulent,

Mushy and decadent.

#'Dear Tomato' is a palindrome poem so now read it backwards

© gillena cox 2022

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May brings flowers after April's rain. That line i have read and heard many times. But it is not quite applicable to my clime. The truth is in May the shrubs, in the gardens may carry more blooms than they did before. They are always flowering. Then comes the June rains. The true rains of the Rainy Season. Floods in some areas with loss of roof and furniture. I feel certain in such areas residents will question the fates -For how can I be sure I shall see again the world on the first of May 

© gillena cox 2022

Welcome to Monday WRites # 348

Happy Easter. tis the season of joy in renewal

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). 

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EVEN

even

in May; blooming

ixoras a hedge of

pure delight, radiating in

sunshine.

sunshine

has found new joy,

her colours are varied,

but yellow will always draw hope

inward.

inward,

cherished portions -

such pleasantries banish

the dread, wanting to feast 

on fear.

on fear,

put the dumb cap!

of hope, gather feathers

that flight may meander outward,

showing.

showing

how nature glows, 

outside the bounds of man,

in her own peculiar way,

even.

© gillena cox 2022

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QUESTION AT QUANTUM

Once we thought, we know not

What the future holds;

Now we think of tomorrow,

Will it ever be here to greet us?

Denial no longer  befriends sorrow.

The opened eyes of new normal,

Stare like fish in aquarium,

Swimming in perpetuity,

For swim they must.

© gillena cox 2022

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GRASPING CLARITY

In static fusion,

confusion merged colour and sound,

loud enough to mini

mize clarity, the one thing

I was trying so hard to

hold on to, in this dream.

 Dreams are misunderstood

events; so there i was, petrified,

willing myself awake, from the electrostatic.

© gillena cox 2022

Welcome to Monday WRites # 347

Happy Easter. tis the season of joy in renewal

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