Monday, November 20, 2017

Monday WRites 132

[i used images from google dot com for this mosaic]

CLOCK TRIOLET
trudging tick tocks
through weight of day and sleight of night
trudging tick tocks
slicing eternity's parlance
unassuming in threading might
history needle-holed in its flight
trudging tick tocks
CLOCK TRIOLET © gillena cox 2017

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A Happy Monday to all
❧✿❧Almost a month away from Christmas ❧✿❧

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




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Monday, November 13, 2017

Monday WRites 131


DOVE RONDELET
one dove sits in the Cherry tree,
aura of morning sky serene,
one dove sits in the Cherry tree,
clasp of tiny pink feet to boughs, like
faithful fingers to rosary beads,
and dewdrop to wild grasses feeds
one dove sits in the Cherry tree.
DOVE RONDELET © gillena cox 2017


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A Happy November to all
❧✿❧Posting late today so, a good afternoon to all; and, i will continue these November Mondays with Rondelet poems ❧✿❧

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).
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Saturday, November 11, 2017

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[fox image from pixabay]


FOX RONDELET
the quick brown fox,
where was he when the moon was new?
the quick brown fox,
to the Olympics he should go;
here his leap would be met i'm sure,
with gain and applause, all this for,
the quick brown fox.

Marian has prompted us to write a Rondelet.

Here is one written by Charles Henry Luders (1889)
A RONDELET
Is just seven verses rhymed on two.
A rondelet
Is an old jewel quaintly set
In poesy--a drop of dew
Caught in a roseleaf. Lo! For you,
A rondelet.

Hope you enjoyed my silly little ditty; my first Rondelet - FOX RONDELET


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11 November 2016


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[St Michael image from google]


KISMET
She lies you know, that braggart
Cousin Coucous!
Oh, she met, Michelle Obama at
The hairdressers!

Between sips of tea, i said to my dear cousin:

Down there in doldrums,
Dark is the only vision seen
And shadows are plated
From breakfast to supper

Dreams are those times you reckon with surreal

It was neither winter nor summer.
That time, my first meeting Michael,
He was wearing his brown skins.
As a kind of kismet

They do that you know, angels are chameleon

The span of knowledge Heaven holds,
Fastens many a wonderer
In diaphanous skein
Exceedingly awesome

Neither day nor night sat on its hunches

Neither cloud nor rainbow
Thus, could ride the moment,
Here he was at the edge of real
So brilliant was his aura,

Strength of another worthless tyrant absorbed

My soul knew his guardianship
My spirit he had so awakened
"Taste and see" he said, "of goodness,"
"And relish the nectar of hope"
KISMET © gillena cox 2017

Isadora Gruye at Real Toads prompted: Write about a relative's encounter with a famous person. That's all. The encounter doesn't have to have actually happened. And the famous person does not need to be living or even from the same era.

My poem though, having an ilk of its own strayed a little out of focus into a very self-centred shift: my apologies; AND, i do not have a cousin Coucous.

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11 November 2016


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Monday, November 6, 2017

Monday WRites 130

ALL THINGS TOMATO


should
the
urge to
eat this dish
kick in i suppose
the best thing is just to give in
a healthy berry so why deny oneself this treat
© gillena cox 2017


Notes
Fibonacci syllable count: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34; i went to 13 syllable in my poem

Why corn is a fruit, tomatoes are berries, rhubarb is a vegetable, and strawberries are neither

Jollof Rice is a Nigerian Tomato/rice dish

❧✿❧My version of Jollof Rice [one serving]❧✿❧
cook 1/3 cup of rice [set aside]
chop 2 tomatoes
crush one large clove of garlic
Add ghee to a hot saucepan
Saute garlic
Add tomtoes
Add ginger just a pinch[i used powdered ginger]
Add cayenne pepper to your taste[i used powdered cayenne pepper]
[Add any other of your favourite spices]
Stir cooking until the tomatoes are soft and paste-y
Add rice and salt to taste
Stir in tomato ketchup
Stir in 1 teaspoon peanut butter [optional]
Cover and turn off flame
Leave for 2-3 minutes Let the flavours Blend
Turn off heat
And it ready to be plated and eaten Bon App├ętit!!!


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A Happy November to all
❧✿❧ Sunday, that's yesterday I cooked myself some Jollof Rice and some roasted chicken. The first photo in the mosaic is that of my Jollof Rice just simmering before I turned off the stove yesterday. I added some of my old tomato photos to make today's mosaic ❧✿❧

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




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Sunday, November 5, 2017

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Kerry over at the imaginary garden gave us this photo as our weekend prompt. Since i'm already in mood Christmas i wrote this tanka

giving all she got
she sweeps the nard with her locks
across his feet
just like the little Drummer Boy
giving of his music
© gillena cox 2017


Note
John 12:3 - nard a biblical reference
The Little Drummer Boy- a Christmas carol


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Camera FLASH!

Thursday, November 2, 2017

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A BABY IN THE BARN
November, ah November
You edge up close to stars,
Mangers, and wise men on camel backs;
Gifted men in mind and heart.

Layers of dessert dust,
Coating the feet of beast and men;
No burdens too heavy to carry,
For such is the weight of majesty.

A stone, thrown for miles of earthly measure,
Rest at the door of an inn;
Awaiting guest to the barn,
Where animals witness in hay and humility.

The first cries from a baby’s throat,
Not of their kind, but oh so blessed;
To share the future right there,
When man and beast will reside in peace.
A BABY IN THE BARN © gillena cox 2017

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Revisit
2 November 2016
2 November 2015


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Wednesday, November 1, 2017

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DOCUMENTING SOME SAINTS
I'll document today to the saint of hope in azure skies,
In yellow breast of kiskadee, fluttering through leafy bowers,
To hummingbird visits, even though skittish and fleeting.

I'll document today to the saint of faith,
In the Autumn of my friends far across the oceans deep and wide,
As i sweep and heap yellow Plumeria leaves fallen
In golden Caribbean sunlight right here in my backward.



I'll document today to the saint of trust;
believing in tomorrows as i watch butterfly wings
Open and close over straddled wild Fever Few flowers,
And that dove who hears my footsteps
But decides its time to flee,
Her brown feathers taken in flight of my gaze,
You flee, still i see you.

I'll document today to the saint of gratitude,
As the old mango stump stands,
Weather eaten and decaying
Over the fresh pink blossoms of Vinca,
Seated near the speckled pink of green Elephant Ears,
In harmonious conversation of garden dwelling.

I'll document today to the saint of thanksgiving;
For the raindrops of yesterday
And the fresh dew-dropped morning light of today
Knowing some who hunger will be fed still
A daily bread by some saints
Today and tirelessly tomorrow.
DOCUMENTING SOME SAINTS © gillena cox 2017

A Happy ALL SAINTS DAY To all Visitors today. May we strive to rhythm our footsteps to those of the saints



Revisit
1 November 2016

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Monday, October 30, 2017

Monday WRites 129


[image from google dot com, i cropped and framed it]

MAKING MYTHS [5] HALLOWEEN TREATS
This is not a blame story [so men are not included in these paragraphs]. Sooo, any which way, one day, Despair, woke in a vainglorious mood, she put on her orange kimono and wrapped her gold obi around her waist. She burnt the incense sticks of purity and gave a blessing to her dead ancestors.
"Ha, what shall I do with my most beautiful self today?" she pondered silently. Her incongruous smile wandering across from ear to dainty ear. "Tsunami, maybe." She clapped her hands. "No! I will just simply change into another costume."


[image from google dot com, i cropped it]

So, she wrapped her locks in a bright coloured cloth, Kente, I believe they called it, for its striking pattern and colours, like an autumn field where maple trees grew. She wrapped her body in a fittingly matching cloth, kicked off her shoes, painted her toenails and stepped barefooted in the dusty path of that day, galaxies ago.

It so happened, there was a mighty fierce wind about, and it blew and blew, and she struggled and struggled, to keep her cloths from flying off. "Wretched wind!" she cursed. "I could silence you with a twirl of my wand." So, she twirled and she twirled, meaning to banish the wind to the depths of the sea, to rise, to wrecking havoc in Atlantic storms.

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The wind blew and blew. And all around her was dust and dust. "How could this be?" she voiced her concern. Only to hear the reply. "I am the Most Mighty. And I bid you go to sleep for it is your nap time."

Most Mighty! she had never conceived of this concept before. Where was this coming from. But there it was, this wind that blew and blew. Suddenly she felt quite intimidated, and she also felt herself getting smaller and smaller. And Oh Good Heavens, she felt her coloured toenails disappearing


[caterpillar from my garden]

Next thing she knew, she was blown to a Plumeria, where, the intoxicating overpowering scent of white blossoms, forced her to feed a ravishing hunger. So she ate and ate. And ate and ate. Till she thought she would burst out of her new little self. Instead, she then got the sensation of one having been given beautiful stripped pyjamas and now losing them to the wind. she fell into a deep deep sleep.


[moth image from google dot com]

While she slept, she dreamed of costumes with wings called Hope, in beautiful colours. Not just the colours of her long discarded Kente, no. These were colours of a new Rainbow Existence. And the wings got to singing. Singing of something they called Hope. And she once again, felt she was being tossed, like a leafy yummy salad.

And, she felt she must, because of her vainglorious personality, change again her costume, for it was Halloween now. And, she did like to go trick or treating. And so, that night, a most interesting looking moth went-a-knocking on doors, in the neighborhood, gathering candy, as much as she could, galaxies ago.
HALLOWEEN TREATS © gillena cox 2017



[images in this mosaic from google dot com]


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Happy Halloween to those whose observe
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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 #129, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites



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Revisit
30 October 2016

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Monday, October 23, 2017

Monday WRites 128

[pumpkins in this mosaic from google dot com]


SOUP OF THE DAY
Of all known soups i love pumpkin best
I wait not for Halloween to treat myself
My love indeed surely passes the test
The colour of sunshine high and bright
Indeed of all known soups i love pumpkin best
Add garlic and spice my soup with ginger
To place this dreamboat first among the rest
Hot days and cool days this is great soup
I’ll grab some crotons and have myself a fest
Nor shall I rise from table until it’s all gone
Because of all known soups i love pumpkin best
SOUP OF THE DAY © gillena cox 2017

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Pumpkins keep popping up all around blogs sphere around this time. My take on pumpkins is soup. Enjoy!!!
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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 #128, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
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23 October 2016

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Friday, October 20, 2017

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[image from google dot com]

SNOUT-FAIR THE NIGHT
aaw October you be Merry-go-sorry
for while some be celebrating
some be Awhape to soooo much rain
and the flood waters rising
yet
no Slug-a-beds the devotees of light
for they put the tiny deyas on the stands
still they lit the flames on their miraculous night
SNOUT-FAIR THE NIGHT © gillena cox 2017


Written for Awhape me! at the imaginary garden

Paul prompted: giving us a list of 30 words from the English language that have fallen out of our consciousness and conversation that might conceivably make a comeback.

In my poem i used:
Snout-fair:Having a fair countenance; fair-faced, comely, handsome
Merry-go-sorry: A mixture of joy and sorrow
Awhape: To amaze, stupefy with fear, confound utterly
Slug-a-bed: One who lies long in bed through laziness

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Shubh Divali 2017

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

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[image from google dot com]


SHUBH DIVALI
a cadence of raindrops... chants to Mother Lakhsmi...curved bamboo structures yet awaiting deyas...all this is happening on the street where i live

its morning ... sky sheds tears as the old moon is crumbled... into a thousand stars...new moon waits like a patient bride...adorned in light...she waits in her boudoir... high up in the sky

old moon will soon be forgotten... rain-tears cleared... new moon welcomed... as evening draws in...the celebrants have hearts full of hope...tiny deyas to be placed, on the bamboo forms... oil to be added for the flames...and a myriad of lit deyas to resonate stars....on the street where i live

new moon will shine... in this dark October night...Divali night...then the cadence of footsteps...of visitors and residents...shuffling through the rows of light...shubh Divali...on the street where i live

SHUBH DIVALI © gillena cox 2017


Note
Today is a public holiday here in T&T as the Hindu community celebrates Divali - The Festival of Lights
Diwali also spelt Divali / Deepavali a five-day festival in many regions of India, with Diwali night centering on the new moon – the darkest night – at the end of the Hindu lunar month of Ashvin and the start of the month of Kartika





Revisit
Divali 2016
Divali 2015


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Midweek Motif
Dark Moon, New Moon

Monday, October 16, 2017

Monday WRites 127



PLUMERIA STUDY
Lunch tastes better if its green i guess,
The way those caterpillars eat and eat,
Their colourful striped bodies do attest,
As they chomp their way to another mien.
Such leaves tastes better if its green i guess.
The Plumeria sends it's come-feast signal,
Or they wouldn't be there as welcome guest.
They would probably eat of rosebush or sage.
They harvest their worth in their fancy dress,
Tomorrow monarch butterfly or maybe a moth.
Surely lunch tastes better if its green i guess.
PLUMERIA STUDY © gillena cox 2017

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The Caterpillars are back again, they certainly resonate Autumn(in colour and transience) Though we in this clime do not experience Autumn nor Winter nor Spring nor Summer. We only experience a Wet Season and a Dry Season
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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).
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today's mosiac photos are from my garden - gillena cox 2017

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16 October 2015

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