Monday WRites 261

[Mosaic 1: Independence greeting, i am making face masks to give as gifts, & a red ixora bloom from my garden]


[Mosaic 2: family fun - origami done with family members, prompts via what app messages March and April 2020]


BOOK CLUB DAYS
Book club days, days of talk of stories read. And too, so much more to these sessions. Birthday cakes and birthday songs, even those who thought they couldn't sing would join in.

Food fashioned after stories read, muffins, pelau, sandwiches juices, wine. All these foods finding their platters at our meeting table.

And then those days we leave the meeting room to socialize a bit. Walks, rainforest trips, hikes, all bringing us together as we fashion our own stories that we may look back on.

as soft as velvet
the paperbark tree receives
hugs from the book club
© gillena cox 2020


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You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #261: A Happy Monday to all AND
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE TO T&T



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Blog hopping today with

Mosaic Monday
#94: Family Fun

AND


Haibun Monday 8/31/20: Take a Hike!
Prompted by Frank J. Tassone


REVISIT
31 August 2017
31 August 2015



ENJOY THE MUSIC: God Bless Our Nation (Instrumental) - Narendra Maharaj









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Monday WRites 27

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You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites ( musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea ).
Welcome to Monday WRites #27, ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



FORGED FROM THE LOVE OF LIBERTY
Forged a nation sturdy
From the smithy, swelter of dense purpose
The love of country to propel us always
Of liberty we sing, we dance, we worship

From the smithy, swelter of dense purpose,
Mountains peaked in tridium rise
Against strong winds there to fortress
Regaled are we in this land of trinity

The love of country to propel us always
Kindness in word and deed will retain us
On a path of betterment and continuity
Leaving behind a legacy of wise stewardship

Of liberty we sing, we dance, we worship
Bird songs to serenade in azure skies
Oceans resonate in conch shells, as we blow
Breath of each day back to our source in prayer
© gillena cox



"Forged from the love of liberty" is the first line of the National Anthem of Trinidad and Tobago.
❧✿❧Happy Independence Day 2015 to everyone in Trinidad and Tobago❧✿❧
The month of August is also Steelband Month in Trinidad and Tobago






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Today's post features something old and something
new all concerns of Night; starting with a revisit of
2012 fireworks haiga at Lunch Break



NIGHT
its an August night, which ends the celebration
of a day of note, to self governing feats;
with the colours of the rainbow, spitting fire
across the the dragon lakes, of shadowed clouds,
its spectacle: red, orange, blue, iridescent;
stars, far and wide, in between the loud
booms, of remembered warfare, of who owns me
now? who owned me then? therefore who owns what?
a people, a nation, twin islands under a moon;
yet wisdom of birds rest their chirps in roost,
and night squarkers are hidden somewhere,
where no one hears a feather rustle;
but tree shadows observe the pointing
fingers, the breath of awe, of innocence,
of children in achievement, and continuance
this response termed identity.
© gillena cox 2015


Written in response to the prompt today
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Night