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 QUESTIONS ON SUBTLE CHANGE

Who slurped the stars off the night sky?

And the rooster who crowed the three o'clock chant of dawn?

Who shifted the compass needle of rainy days and days of sun,

To thread instead a motif of haphazard wind and dust?

Tell me! who.

QUESTIONS ON SUBTLE CHANGE © gillena cox 2023

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well this is Monday WRites  (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 

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A GOOD INTENTION

I am no where near perfect,

So yes, i should resolve

To improve myself each year.

At the end of each day,

 Fold your clothes and put them away,

 No matter how tired you are.

A good resolution for this year  

A GOOD INTENTION © gillena cox 2023

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Poetics: Resolving to Resolve

Prompted with five random pieces of advice, to weave any one of them in a poem.

I chose  

[At the end of each day, fold your clothes and put them away, no matter how tired you are]

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NATURE'S SECRET IS LOVE

 I walk around in my garden, touching leaves, flower petals, the earth, the grass. I am alive and so are they. We share a common bond; a mystery of creation.

And so here we are; a part of something larger, something designed, something beautiful. I tell myself, i intend to be beautiful everyday of my life.

I breath in the air of early morning. I hold energizing my being. I exhale gratitude and praise for something higher, mightier than them and me exist; and it is good.

different colours bloom -

there's no heartbreak in this space

only beauty dwells

NATURE'S SECRET IS LOVE © gillena cox 2023

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Blue Monday & Ruby Tuesday Too: Desert Life

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[image from google]

Stars in the planetarium,

As they whirled overhead, 

Awesome.

Viewed in yester millenium,

What a dynamic spread,

For some.

Fishes in the aquarium,

How lovely they all said.

Buy some,

And also an anthurium

For the vase by the bed,

Saw some

© gillena cox 2023

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Meeting The Bar: Memento 

Prompted to: Write a poem following the poetry form, Memento.

Memento

Memento, created by Emily Romano is a poem about a holiday or an anniversary, consisting of two stanzas as follows: the syllable count should be 8 beats for line one; 6 beats for line two; and two beats for line three. This is repeated twice for each stanza. The rhyme scheme is: a/b/c/a/b/c for each of the two stanzas.

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[image from google]

REMEMBERING DEE

 Cinnamon and cloves i think of her

Chives and thyme also call her to mind

At Saturday market she was a seller

Cinnamon and cloves i think of her

Her ground cocoa beans never a failure

In a small hand mill she would grind

Cinnamon and cloves i think of her

Chives and thyme also call her to mind

REMEMBERING DEE © gillena cox 2023

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Grandmothers… 

Sarah asked us to writing about grandmothers. 

My Grandmother, my father's mother, we called her Dee 😊

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NEED ICE

These sunny days are ripe,

For bags of cubes of ice,

To cool the Carnival hype.

Music of steelbands spice,

An ecosystem of bachannal,

 Energizing the art of costume making,

And masquerade choosing.

Ice cold drinks under sunny skies;

 Menu for Dry Season guise.

WE NEED ICE © gillena cox 2023

ENJOY THIS CALYPSO OLDIE 

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Quadrille #168

Blue Monday & Ruby Tuesday Too: Footprint

BEST WISHES FOR 2023

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[Snowflakes wallapaper from bing.com]

FIRST SNOW

This is strange all very strange.

Outside the air is like an airconditioned shopping mall;

Inside the shopping mall its surprisingly warm,

I'm wearing one of my sister's coats,

Going to buy a pair of high heeled boots that go way up to my calves.

Christmas reindeers with red noses

are visible on high shelves.

I haven't heard a parang tune; not a single one.

This is strange all very strange.

Everywhere i go they must be steering at my wide-eyed amazement.

I haven't seen a green tree about;

You know, like the mango Vere tree across the street back home, 

even though it bears no mangoes this time of the year. 

But there will be a kiskadee perched,

On the topmost branch. 

How they stay there,  it never ceases to amaze me.

This is strange all very strange.

I wouldn't say i am easily amazed,

But just that some things are truly amazing;

Like when my sister calls me to the half opened door.

There are white feathery thingies falling from the sky,

My natural response to this awesome spectacle is to cup my hands, 

trying to capture a handful.

Oh so this is what snowflakes are 

All about!

I am a happy tourist to a winter sky.

This is strange all very strange.

No way no how will i ever see that back home.

We buy at Christmas time decorations: baubles, 

a gauzy stuff called angel hair, and packs of course white granules labled snow. 

FIRST SNOW© gillena cox 2023

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