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 Solvitur ambulando – A Fold poem

we went through our neighbourhood walking

and praying it was all so natural

no one had to ask another calling

through the telephone what time will we start

it was tradition through our neighbourhood walking

singing praises in the streets on liturgical occasions

pre -covid days were all about scheduling

there was much more projection in our tomorrows

whether we made it through living or dying

then came the disrupter wielding mask and distance

upsetting our neighbourhood walking

© gillena cox 2024

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Heat Tableau

Why is it today?

my entire  soul,

being a-ruffle,

as the rain leaves us,

to scorch and to burn.

victim of climate 

changing its wary

ways; hotter than hot,

rainier than wet

days, of yesteryears.

the noisy fan whirrs,

i scribe words to soothe

my new discomfort,

of climate days changed,

and yet still changing,

oh what a challenge.

© gillena cox 2024

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MTB: A Tableau for Sam Hamill

Tableau : 6 lined verses of 5 beats

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 Laughter: a fold poem

Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon,

For laughter needs no reason

Laugh for you know not soon

The time to be serious comes

All her funny shaping laugh at the moon,

She lingers she hides 

She can make a lover's heart swoon

Laughter clears the eyes to see

Tomorrow is merely a disc and a spoon

Running away into imagination

So don't be afraid to laugh even at the moon,

© gillena cox 2024

NOTE: Line one is from Your Laughter by Pablo Neruda

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 Quadrille - Spin

Come now children sit thee in a circle

I'll spin a yarn, yes i'll tell a tale

No one will leave until i say crick crack

And the story ends.

Tales of dounes and silk cotton trees

And spiders spinning their very finest web

© gillena cox 2024

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Quadrille #207 Poem Spin Cycle

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 Let Her Be - A Fold poem

The i - do husband ups and left her;

She is single again and wise enough not

to play the blame game, not for her,

There are people to be blamed, she knows.

With two children to nurture, he ups and left her;

She has neither the time, money, or energy

to have another man walk beside her;

Let her be, she has a brain, she's not stupid,

He is the wild weed in the storm not her,

She can decide to be without a man,

She doesn't need another i - do cause he ups and left her.

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Poetics: Stormy Weather

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Here in  Trinidad and Tobago, it is hot throughout the year. Our Main seasons are climatic Rainy Season and Dry Season. Here it is green all year through, except for a few trees types speaking their blossom truths; live Poui at Easter time and Flamboyant (gulmohar) around July and others at specific other months like Poinsettia bracts turning red approaching December for Christmas.

I awakened around fiveish in the AM. But it still night sky instead of dawn sky. And yes silent. I have to wait with the genteel breezes, for a sky clearing. Another climatic shift. Our seasonal shifts are not as visible as in those areas and zones where colour speaks a loud language. We have no white Winters, 

falling leaves in Autumns, defined budding of Spring and bright hot Summers. 

dawn delays her light -

waiting and watching in awe

middle August passed

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Haibun Monday 8-26-24: Another Seasonal Shift

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 At The Cricket Match

A sunny day allows

for an outing to 

the cricket stands

She carries a fan

not to be coquettish

but to stir a breeze

It can get quite heated

when a batsman hits

a ball way out for six

Such good players

form each team

for a thrilling match

Flag wavers add 

their applause with

such fervor

The umpire clad in pink

has his work cut out

for him out on the field

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Meeting the Bar: Triversen

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The scent of freshly baked bread

Is like a dream you don't want to wake from

You'd rather break bread

Than cut it with a knife

Fingers might get burned

But you don't mind

Butter somehow behaves better

It seeps right into the rich texture

Yummy

Teeth knows the drill

Bite like there's no tomorrow

Chew swallow

Feel good

The scent of freshly baked bread

Is like a dream you don't want to wake from

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 Swing low 

Oh morning shadow

Still on early bend of dawn.

In nearby forest maybe little fawn

Might rise from bended

Sleep now ended

Some trees are wide awake 

For daybreak's sake

Now birds will twitter 

And a child in her knicker 

Will yawn

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dVerse — Quadrille Monday #206 — Around the Bend

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 It was one of those days

When happiness and strife

Sat at her table to dine

On words witty and rife

Firstly she said knocking

A spoon on the teapot

I want silence and attention

Despite your mouthfuls

Of sweet and sour delights

Someone raised a hand

A gesture she thought annoying

And attention grabbing

Yet she smiled sweetly

Nodding her head and holding

Her tongue, in a simple task

Of conforming by example.

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Zeugmatically Speaking

 Today’s Poetics prompt, i is to write a poem including one example of zeugma. You may come up with more if the muse strikes, but only one is required.

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A time traveller so enthused about his crash landing in the year 2024 decides to inscribe his presence in the hymn of eternity, he writes:

I will sing praises to pioneers and present-day celebrations. and I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moss; so everyone will know the truth about badjohn fights and hooligan days, discarded oil drums and pan sticks.

Tag the page Trinidad and Tobago; Caribbean, a space tiny and unassuming. Assuming that the lines will also word the sweet sounds of steelpan music soaring so vast and wide that the world can all stand together and applaud at the same time. 'Oh Happy Day'.

For it's no longer a paragraph one scenario. I'ts now about energy, passion, respect. A culture realized and searchable. Then he down his quill to have a good last look around.

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#NOTE: (fact) YESTERDAY AUGUST 11 WAS WORLD STEELPAN DAY

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Take This Waltz

Today's challenge is to write prosery (flash fiction) using the following lines from 

----Leonard Cohen

“And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook,

with the photographs there and the moss.”

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 Asking Sara

You have crossed over

Is there enough ink

To scribe the journey

Was it plain sailing

To the other realm

Sincerely asking

Are your words with you

So are you writing

Sunsets are golden

Morning comes again

We are not angry

Your words enlighten

Avid poets sway

mystery beholden

Ink here is flowing

You  there are resting

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MTB: An Octameter for August and Sara Teasdale

 today’s prompt to write an Octameter – designed by Shelley A. Cephas in 2007

Poetry Style:

16 lines

2 stanzas of 8 lines each

5 syllables per line

rhyme scheme a/b/c/d/e/d/f/d; g/h/c/g/i/g/d/d.

(N.B. watch out for those repeat rhymes and where they fall; 2 in the first stanza and 3 in the second stanza)

Poetry Topic: There is no set theme but if you wish to try and write in the style of Sara Teasdale or dedicate a poem to her, with or without epigraph,

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To Sleep To Awake

 when you say goodbye

in a dream is there a bridge

one must cross over

or is it a catapult 

 to gazillions

of light years a soul travels

or more so a blink

of a subconscious lid

called awakening

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Door Ajar,

Door ajar

A peek allowed into her heart,

She loves wholeheartedly 

Still expecting love in return

She allows only a peek into

A heart that can easily be wounded 

A door that can open to

A jar full of fireflies

Given with a smile

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Quadrille #205 – A Jar Full of Poems

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A Happy AUGUST to all

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 It's here again. Another four year span culminating in Olympics. This year Paris hosts after 100 years since serving as host country.

A novelty opening has competing countries sailing around the Seine. Flags waving cheering to onlookers

It is the Republic of Trinidad and Tobago's nineteenth appearance at the Summer Olympics (although the Trinidad and Tobago athletes previously attended four other editions under the British colony and under the West Indies Federation)

The summer Olympics presents the best of the best to a worldwide audience. Every athlete doing his or her best for their countries.

Those fans not so lucky to be in the Paris stands view their TV screens and other devices.

a medal winner

smothered in hugs and kisses -

wears her country flag

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Haibun Monday 7-29-24: Summer Olympics 2024

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 Quadrille Summersault

The circus is coming  

She will be going

What better event to enjoy

Now school vacation is here 

Tickets already bought 

Expectations riding high 

Therre'll be lions and tigers 

And rings of fire

The clowns will certainly 

Do their summersaults 

The circus is coming 

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Quadrille #204 – Summertime, and the Poeming is Easy

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A Happy and safe July to all 

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Focus - a Fold poem

Since today her focus is spot on,
Camera clicks, a memory frozen,
When her child was born
Back then she didn't own a camera ;
Not so now, her focus is spot on,
Time must bow at her feet
So swiftly yesterday is gone
With sunshine brightly at day then
Moon in her shapely goings on
Allows the stolen light to shine
Freezing time, her focus is spot on,
© gillena cox 2024

NOTE
How to construct The Fold Poem HERE
and HERE

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Writing “something beautiful”

art of Alma Thomas; write in response to one of her art given

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Open Link Night #365 (with Live edition)

 

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[Perseids from google ]

" Really captain, must we do this now?"  

"Aye Mr Marvelous, warp speed!, The Perseid meteor shower is on the rise and her glistening shafts will pierce the galactic bed in a matter of mere nanoseconds."

"It is what it is captain; everyday unfurls as it must; here we go then, to warp speed. Then we can all have a cup of tea"

Don't want to have us falling out of the sky like birds chased by Zeus."

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Life in a Cup of Tea

Flash Fiction using the line from Adrienne Su, “Oolong” 

every day unfurls as it must

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 Here Come The Dawn

Is night the passing of respite,

A little space to dream 

with eyes closed and minds

Open to existing realms unseen?

Or is there wonder too 

In the every day of dawning,

Close to the bosoms of awe,

A miracle of restart bringing?

Yes! the dawn is worth the hope,

The chance to continue or,

To delete and start again,

The inspiration of plan-to-make,

Of futures to carve out,

Dreams to sketch a blueprint,

Of ways forward to future,

Dare to give to today a hint.

That startup time, that nuance 

Of newness,  is the dawn we await

With its silent preface;

Then patterns of birdsongs,  to

Fillow on the heels to blue sky,

Where clouds  quietly drifting,

All embracing coverage,

And morning moon fading.

The twinkling of night,

The shadows and silhouettes,

The neon flashes,

All must kowtow to the transience

Of dawn;

The middling phase of; its here,

See? a new day.

It has come from no where.

© gillena cox 2024

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for todays MTB prompt we are writing in the poetry style of the A L’Arora, a form created by Laura Lamarca:

 

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One Light

There is just one light

in  morning's sky, silent

With clouds the colour of charcoal,

And a breeze cooling as melon;

Find me a space here,

tucked into the silence,

I will stay a little longer;

Waiting for at least,

One bird to sing.

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In conversation with Sarah Connor aka fmmewritespoems

“Find me a space here,

tucked into the silence.”

From ‘No mail – no post’ i chose these 2 lines from  Sarah Connor, to use in a quadrille

 

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Sunday Callaloo

Tied up on the market stall 

for buyers to take home,

A favourite is the blue crabs.

To cook in the famous Sunday callaloo.

Nearby are ochroes and dasheen bush,

  the green peppers,

and bundles of chive seasoning.

One stop for this Sunday favourite.

© gillena cox 2024

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Quadrille #203: Feeling Crabby

a quadrille using tge word crab

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A Happy July to all 

[in my area the storms & hurricanes have started]

BE SAFE 

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