Monday WRites 265

[photos from my archive again today, art - a crop from a larger painting using poster paints ]

You look and look and finally she is ripe like an orange ready for juicing.The moon full in the night sky waiting for the shadows of witches brooms to ride

While low down below goblins stalk the night rapping on doorknobs shiny in  the light of pumpkins and garish smiles

a shower of sweets

a half full sack greedy to

 knock on other doors

© gillena cox 2020

##Halloween is not a tradition in Trinidad so this haibun is a fantasy write

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We are in our 100 Days of Christmas celebrating on the radio with musical genres themed for the festival by our local artistes and singers and too some of the traditional pieces
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 #265: A Happy Monday to all


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[Mosaic 2 random words]


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BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH

Mosaic Monday
Mosaic Monday #98: The Maggie Tribute

AND


Haibun Monday 9/28/20: to the Moon!
... 


REVISIT
...halloween
28 September 2015
moon


Its Day 6 of 100 days of Christmas, here in T&T at FM Sweet 100 Radio Station

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ENJOY THE MUSIC: Los Tocadores - Sereno Sereno



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Monday WRites 264

[Mosaic 1 fruit]

High on a mountain,
arms stretched to the clouds,
i'll sing a song and sing it loud,
for what is a rainbow if not
a box of crayons lost
in the vast space above,
that blue ocean below heaven above
we call a sky
© 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 #264: A Happy Monday to all


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[Mosaic 2 random words]

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BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH

Mosaic Monday
Mosaic Monday #97: Gone to Seed

AND


Quadrille #112:
The Sky’s the Limit (in 44 words)


REVISIT
...from the sy
21 September 2016
21 September 2015


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ENJOY THE MUSIC: Dancing In The Sky Dani And Lizzy Lyrics



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ADIEU - A FOLD
Be it a wave, a sigh, a kiss, a hug
The language of goodbye speaks of faith
In various tongues says my coffee mug
With a spray of flowers and a phoenix
Whether a wave, a sigh, a kiss, a hug
Regret heals, spins a tale of we meet again
To break bread near the milk jug
How has it been, this journeying, hmm
Hot, cold, lovely, painful, warm, snug
As a ladybug on a leaf oh so pretty
Hope too; does a wave, a sigh, a kiss, a hug
ADIEU - A FOLD © gillena cox



Blog hopping today with
Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #37: Last Messages
Prompted by Rosemary Nissen-Wade



REVISIT
adieu my sweet
how then
16 September 2015


ENJOY THE MUSIC: Diana Ross - we're always saying goodbye

Monday WRites 263

[Mosaic 1 today sweeping muggy fallen leaves and blossom from the plumeria. We 🇹🇹 are in The Rainy Season, and even if if it doesn't rain at night, still in the morning i have to sweep away the dew damp muggy leaves and blossoms]

NEW NORMAL NIGHTS
Lockdown days; they crave even more, bedtime stories. Eyes bright as they cuddle next to mom or dad. Who would have thought games like: In a fine castle, Jump rope, Moral, Cricket and Football would be virtual tests of hand speeds on keyboards. This is new age plight of our children. They are weary now from staring at the computer. Sharing apples and oranges in math classes. Yet still they can yawn at the story stop - the end, and tucked tenderly into bed they drift into dreamland.

Hopefully forgetting the dragons in the virtual combats and instead, the age old stories of cows and spoons and a big bright moon create their night fantasies, when In their dreams, they sleep with the moon.
© gillena cox 2020

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[Mosaic 2 random words]

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Blog hopping today with

Mosaic Monday
#96: A Shor(ter) Season

AND


Prosery Monday: Moonbeams and Moon Dreams
prompted to take a given line, and incorporate it into a short prose piece. Word limit 144 words
“In their dreams
they sleep with the moon.”– From Mary Oliver, “Death at Wind River”


REVISIT
14 September 2017
14 September 2016
14 September 2015


ENJOY THE VIDEO: A reading of THIRD PLANET FROM THE SUN




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PHOENIX TEARS - FOLD
Is this an omelet breakfast ?
Well of course go ahead then,
Crack those eggs, whisk them fast,
No just sitting there in the fridge,
If it's to be an omelet breakfast
Like the bird from fire and ashes,
Pandemic tears and sorrows last
Never forever, tis our challenge,
This quest of new normal, surely,
For resurrection day must come,
Seems this is an omelet breakfast.
PHOENIX TEARS (Fold) © gillena cox



Blog hopping today with

Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #36: “a phoenix first must burn”
Challenged by Magaly to: to birth new poetry or prose inspired by the phrase “a phoenix first must burn”. Go literally or figuratively.



REVISIT
9th September 2015
...phoenix of endurance
...bigger than the phoenix


ENJOY THE VIDEO

Monday WRites 262

[Mosaic 1 - A painting by my son Khama Cox & some face masks i made last week]

Shh. There's talk of a wave coming,
Should you even care you of the daunting
Refusing to wear your mask
Saying this constraint is such a task
Better that little discomfort
To the choice of going forth
Shh. Are there pigeons in the eaves?
© gillena cox 2020

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Its now mandatory to wear a mask in public, here in T&T🇹🇹 and one can be fined if caught not conforming to this law.

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 #262: A Happy Monday to all



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[Mosaic 2, todays random words]


Blog hopping today with

Mosaic Monday
#95: 2013 Weekend Getaway

AND


Quadrille #111 – What’s That Rustling in the Eaves?


REVISIT
7 September 2015
...pigeons stir
... eaves 2017






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JOY OF REST - A FOLD
Now today, i shall rest in my words
I will lay there slumbering still
A crumb of laziness, like those birds
Perched on branch of hushed sunlight
Latched there, i shall rest in my words
Breathing silence, inhaling oxymorons
Ignoring the cacaphony of a virus, stirred
Like dandelion seeds on whiffs of normalcy
No way shall i dance to anything i have heard
Simmering in flavours of spicy metaphors
Countenance today: i shall rest in my words.
JOY OF REST - A FOLD © gillena cox 2020

NOTE
How to construct The Fold Poem HERE
and HERE



Blog hopping today with

Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #35: The Joy of Rest

AND


GOTHIC ARCHES