Tuesday, June 18, 2024

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[image from google]
Haibun - My Train Days
The Trinidad Government Railway existed between 1876 and 28 December 1968. Originally built to connect Port of Spain with Arima, the railway was extended to Couva in 1880, San Fernando in 1882, Cunapo (now Sangre Grande) in 1897, Tabaquite in 1898, Siparia in 1913 and Rio Claro in 1914.

During my high school years, there was a phase in my transportation where i travelled from Chaguanas to San Juan by train. Those were for the most, for school children passengers, days of flirting and naughtiness.
The boys did what we called 'hopping the train' that is they waited until the train started moving, then they would jump aboard. (very dangerous i remember one boy of Chaguanas whom i knew got both his legs crushed) There was also those boys who would not spend money on a train ticket and dodged the 
inspectors from carriage to carriage. Then there was the 'throwing of powder' boys would buy small tins
of white talc - (thank god they were fragrant scented talc) and sometimes
baby powder; and they would go through the carriages sprinkling on any unsuspecting girls. Some girls giggled and flirted others who didn't would 'cut eyes' at such behaviour. Strange to say though i do not remember getting powdered. 
Those were just some of the behaviours on board. But that was not all; there was the scenery
which at that age i really did not ogle. But there it was, nevertheless, cane fields, rice fields, country houses. bison grazing etc etc. The poet in me i think, was sleepy in those days.

hoot hoot all aboard 
chug a chug clackety clack -
 mischief plays itself
 Haibun - My Train Days © gillena cox 2024


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Monday, June 17, 2024

1188

[sun art from Pinterest]
Haibun - solstice
The sun rises, the sun sets. An everyday occurrence. A breath of morning to the awakened soul. Another day of magical mystical naturalness.We expect to see the sky, the clouds the birds and trees perform their natural tasks. 
However, above and beyond this simple naturalness; stars shine, planets orbit and a gazillion other occurences purpose the universe. 
Those to whom these mysteries are solvable physics, will watch wait and relay to others of us more mundane in our knowledge. Like the forthcoming solstice of this month of June.Yet these occurences are already destined and planned according to thewill of the universal creator.

clouds shape their colour
according to the suns will -
another day's magic
© gillenacox2024

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Thursday, June 13, 2024

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Sunrise to Sunset

When sky plays her colour notes silent yet unyielding.
I bask in the magic of awakening
Here a hint of pink, a dash of yellow
And moon in her shapely forms looking on 
There is music at sunset sky too,  
The birds sing there roosting strains
There very own sweet goodbyes
Like the Soca melodies of my Trini people. 
Some tend to be
Bold brassy and compelling.
Others exciting as goodbyes often are
Sunrise to Sunset © gillena cox 2024


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20230613(fragment taken from here)

Tuesday, June 11, 2024

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[Caris Reid, “Liminal Lunar Water Watcher,” 2016; courtesy deVerse poetry pub]

Door to Decision

Here, in this space between sweet and salty,

A fruit called mango hangs from a tree.

Should one pick the tree dry,

Deciding there and then, what a bountiful crop!


Some can be used to curry,

Some left to ripen,

The possibilities of sweet and savory,

As wide as the Caribbean Sea,

As boundless as every man's sky.


The door to decision remains open,

So choice can just walk right in,

No humbug no hindrance.


Put some in a pie!

The Grackles will flutter about for scraps,

And morning songs will still be sung by Kiskadees..

Door to Decision © gillena cox 2024



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Monday, June 10, 2024

1185

Dance of Unicorns and Dragons: a quadrille

To desire or not;

That is the conundrum

Of tomorrow's figment,oft

Stored there in fantasy.

For flights of unicorns and dragons,

know no woes,

Strangled once in labels

Of madness, few dare to expose.

Still few escape to survive 

Reality in another realm.

Dances of Unicorns and Dragons © gillenacox2024


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Saturday, June 8, 2024

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[Art of Catrin Welz-Stein]

Choice of Words

The words have chosen not to lie still 

Frozen in time and history,  

Not to conform to some printers will,  

But instead to frolic and gambol. 

Teasing, cajoling, near a windowsill; 

Like a cat to a bird on the other side,   

When days of rain seem to fulfill,

Dreams of a hunt with no misery

Of the hunter's unsuspecting thrill.

Choice of Words © gillena cox 2024


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Tuesday, June 4, 2024

1183

Art by Catrin Welz-Stein

 Trading Places

Wisdom, they say belongs to

The owl, a creature of night

Glaring in the dark, to hunt to

Rummage to hoot its songs.


How can a stranger fit into this

Scene? clearly only by bending

The light, making wisdom her 

Own, and trading skirts for feathers

 Trading Places © gillena cox 2024

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Monday, June 3, 2024

1182

 Tomatoes on every plate


Tomato a limerick poem

She named the precious puppy tomato
Though his colour was more like potato
He would wag his tail 
When you gave him a hail
She didn't care much for avocado
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Saturday, June 1, 2024

1181

[image from Bing]

Kiskadee - a magic 9 poem

Kis  kis  ka deee! kis  kis  ka deee!

This song is their name.

It is not just for me,

The kiskadee bird sings this song,

In the morning you see.

It is because birds open the day,

With bird song, whatever it maybe.

Because it is their aim,

Calling in the daylight for you and me.

 Kiskadee © gillena cox 2024


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