Monday, September 5, 2016

Monday WRites 73


[image from google dot com]

GROCERY QUESTIONS AND SMILES
Fruit and vegetables, plastic wrappings,
Pointy fingers of ochroes,
Bulbous curved cloves of garlic,
Bags of apples from trees overseas,
And the lane goes on, in listing choices

Cans of tuna, mackerel too,
Tomato soup, and garbanzo beans,
I'm stocking all this with awe;
Some with wonder too;
Then shes asks - the lady,
A stranger to me

Excuse me; What is a garbanzo?
So i smiled, and answered
"We call them channa
Some folks say chick pea too."
GROCERY QUESTIONS AND SMILES © gillena cox 2016

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Glossary
Channa - chick pea garbanzo bean; here in Trinidad, it is used as a filling in one of our street foods called doubles





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 #73, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



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Blog hopping today at

Prompt Nights – We tend to smile in the exact same language – [27]
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“What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life’s pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.” – Joseph Addison

AND

The Tuesday Platform
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads


Sunday, September 4, 2016

277


RHYTHMS IN ZEPHYR
To my space in the garden,
I assign my chair, to watch
The breeze play the puppet master
As i sit in my prescribed seat,
I envy her charm, she can
Choreograph, with swan-like grace
If she so wills,
Or if she so wills, with firey tang
Of the flamenco,
She's gentle today, bordering zephyr.
RHYTHMS IN ZEPHYR © gillena cox 2016


Blog hopping today at
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Flash 55 PLUS!
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[my video of choice today: Trinidadian panist Andy Narell - we kinda music]

Thursday, September 1, 2016

276


[image from google dot com]

MEDITATION TAUS
mesmerizing mosaics
milling around in minuscule
mobiles
music so magnetic
making mind's eye mandate
a mantra
a matrix
a meandering of spirit
MEDITATION TAUS © gillena cox



[image courtesy The imaginary garden]


Blog hopping today at
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Artistic Interpretations with Margaret
- The Met's Musical Instruments Exhibit


[my video choice today, featured at The imaginary garden]

Monday, August 29, 2016

Monday WRites 72


[internet image]

AN ELEPHANT INVITED TO TEA
Steaming hot let lava be poured
Like some molten treasure offered
From Gods in fashioning a ceremony
To humans appealing returned satiety

An elephant at tea; tusks of ivory, see?

Or we turn the tables on free will
Let gravity pardon the outflow still
This soothing poured from generous spout
Sipping mercy at the grail of avid doubt

An elephant, heavy-hoofed; squeals at a mouse.

Hush then the cry of children's blood
Wanting a little more of earth to bud
Before sustenance of heaven to taste
Four-score-and-ten at least retrace
AN ELEPHANT INVITED TO TEA © gillena cox 2016




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 #72, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



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Blog hopping at the
The Tuesday Platform
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads



Saturday, August 27, 2016

274


TO WALK MORNINGS
Sweat nestles between my breast,
Drips down from hair to ear.
A crisp cut is hidden on the breeze,
Before the heat, sizzles brain cells.

Thinking expands: to clouds shared,
By me, by you, by everyone of us;
Whether we are out in the new sun,
Walking in old sneakers, or,

Planning to buy new ones.
So another day, when the car
Is parked at the mall,
Looking down on the scenic view,

Trying to click a photo,
Of the then setting sun,
Oh, but there's nor enough space
On the phone, too much data.

New sneakers have been bought
Nonetheless, for walking
In the crisp morning air.
And the sweat will nestle

Between my breast, and drip
From hair down to ear.
TO WALK MORNINGS © gillena cox 2016


Blog hopping today at
Prompt Nights – A photograph is but a memory in raw format – [26]


“Whether he is an artist or not, the photographer is a joyous sensualist, for the simple reason that the eye traffics in feelings, not in thoughts.” – Walker Evans

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[my song choice for your listening enjoyment today]

Thursday, August 25, 2016

273

Morning Sun haiga 2006


MORNING SUN ENSEMBLE[2016]
Clouds take on yellow hue
Hope bright at daybreak true
Burnish underbelly of kiskadee
Winging songs that morning may be
Gentle on hearts of so sorrowing
Bees to nectar bring thy buzzing
Providence map, care divine
Greed mist out, love reassign.
MORNING SUN ENSEMBLE © gillena cox 2016


Blog hopping today at
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
In response to Marian's prompt Little Tiny



Monday, August 22, 2016

Monday WRites #71


WHAT'S IN A NAME
I sound my name, sound my name, sound my name
Again and again
But who cares for my worthless repeat,
My aim? my aim?
Toward the targets of wanton mischief lame
On you, oh shame! shame!
Know this, he who is, knows me by name
He reigns, he reigns
I sound my name, again and again
He reigns! he knows me by name.
WHAT'S IN A NAME © gillena cox 2016



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 #71, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



verses




Blog hopping at the
The Tuesday Platform
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads