Monday WRites 309

Today's Mosaic: A Look Back To July As We Move Forward In August

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Since 1985, in Trinidad and Tobago, August 1st has been observed as Emancipation Day: a public holiday to celebrate  the abolishment of slavery

     

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).

Welcome to Monday WRites #309: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.

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Mosaic Monday 

Mosaic Monday #141: Short and Sweet

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Haibun Monday - August 

August in T&T, begins with celebration of freedom; freedom from the chains of chattel awareness, freedom to claim the dignity and status of all mankind - human.

With drum songs and dancing feet, flambeau and Canboulay flames lighting the paths of future days.

Fabrics with 

afro-centric accents

; folded, sewn, sculpted, drape and adore human bodies. 

A public festival of pre Covid19 eras halts today to the tune of Lockdown season and curfew hours. The feasting and festivity is tamed to family stay home  numbers.

a bee gathers

breakfast from the ixora 

yellow as sunshine

Days progress to weeks of August. Heads cool to swell with pride of  nationhood; as Trinidad and Tobago ends August on the note of Happy Independence. 

night sky 

 booms  with of colours

fireworks

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Emancipation Day 2016
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Monday WRites 308

We are at The Olympics: Go Team TTO

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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 for eg the rite of afternoon tea).

Welcome to Monday WRites #308: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.

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Mosaic Monday: #140: Lost for Words

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Quadrille #132. Poem Theme: Stream

REFLECTION

She stops to drink, 

Her animal tongue  lapping the sweetness

Of  clear running water, 

Thirsty after a lively tryst with her sibling cubs,

She knows nothing of reflection, 

Sated, she stops,  

peering into the likeness, 

Stream of consciousness 

weaves a tale of a sibling.

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...could stream in...2020
...stream year end...2019
...stream of morning...2017

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If there be dragons, there be dragon hunters

Morning sky tilts my chin up

Wonders of charcoal coloured  clouds dissipating

Clearing a path for a pale blue canopy

To linger there for a span called daytime

Not without its official bulletin of day's agenda

Are the morning whistlers

They sound frenzied this morning

They know the actions of  each day

They deliver it as they are told

Some humans heed their sayings

Others like myself listen 

sometimes in wonder

Sometimes in amazement

Every-time with delight

I always get the part where they say

Hey! its a new day

That's when ever bone in my body

Humbles before great sky

My all-time ever present muse

The shape of dragons fizzles out

I muse

If there be dragons there  be dragon hunters

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20 July 2015

20 July 2020

20 July 2016

Monday WRites 307

'Some Of The  Onions Went Into The Tuna Sandwich'
 

This morning, the onions made me cry. They were large brown skin covered onions. The kind you find readily at any supermarket or vegetable seller.  Sometimes i buy the large white ones and sometimes the red ones. 

The smell of sauteed onions with tomatoes is to me divine.  Just the right piece of heaven sent.

It's a clear morning, bright, blue sky. Chopping along my merry way, thinking of nothing but breakfast, including coffee of course. Half way through i could only hear the soft crunch of the chopper wading through them. 

I have aprons but i never wear them. I choose instead to wipe my tears away on the sleeve of my tee shirt. And continue chopping away. No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife. Some of the onions went into a tuna sandwich.

 © gillena cox 2021

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Welcome to Monday WRites #307: A Happy Monday to all. Be Safe.

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Mosaic Monday: #139: The Garden Explosion

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dVerse — Prosery — Finding Ms. Zora Neale Hurston

prompted to use the lines No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife in a prose using not more than 144 words

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19 July 2018

9 July 2017

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CHANT OF PANDEMIC DAYS

You can pocket space like gold coins

Hear the silence drop in your pockets and jingle

For the street are bare of crowds

The streets are bare of noisy jostle

The streets are bare of grackles on the side walk

The doors to the bars are shut, closed, bolted

The doors to the clothes shops are are shut, closed, bolted

The doors to the schools are shut, closed, bolted

The housewives prefer to hide

The children prefer to hide

The rains still fall

The clouds still puff out

The morning birds still sing

The Covid 19 virus was happier yesterday

The Covid 19 virus came out to play

The Covid 19 virus morphs and morphs

Still the humans hide away making

Masks

Vaccines

Videos

Music

Protocols

You can pocket space like gold coins

Hear the silence drop in your pockets and jingle

Jingle for health

Jingle for another day dawning

Jingle for a battle, Covid 19 the war is on!

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Poetics: Meet the bar with Chant poetry

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15 July 2020

15 July 2019

15 July 2017

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GILLENA COX GARDEN PHOTOS 2021

The rains, the rains, oh dear the rains

Language of lushness speaks vociferously

So many appearances so much gains

Caladiums  spread like elephant ears

Season of torrents, oh dear the rains

Green's a colour verdant and unremorseful

Weeds and cultivars jostle without pains

Caterpillars long gone to moth wing nights

And flowers open for butterfly gains

Happy is the garden in season so wet

Soil, drunk on heaven's tears, oh dear the rains

GARDEN - A FOLD © gillena cox 2021

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Poetics: Garden(ing)

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13 July 2020

13 July 2016

13 July 2015