Monday, October 23, 2017

Monday WRites 128

[all images 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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Revisit
23 October 2015

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Blog hopping with
Mosaic Monday#58

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


Blog hopping today with Poets United

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).
Welcome to Monday WRites #127, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
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today's mosiac photos are from my garden - gillena cox 2017

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Revisit
16 October 2015

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Blog hopping with
Mosaic Monday#57

AND


Blue Monday
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Thursday, October 12, 2017

460

[image from google dot com]


COLD SNAP
Once i felt your cold snap Autumn,
As sudden end to Summer.
My bags were packed that same day,
For home i had to be.
Way across ocean clouds,
There i had to fly.
Vacations; they are wonderful,
Yet home i had to be.
COLD SNAP © gillena cox 2017


Blog hopping with Poets United

Midweek Motif ~ Autumn
Prompted by Sumana Roy

Revisit
12 October 2015

Monday, October 9, 2017

Monday WRites 126

[Anthurium Lily from google dot com. I added a frame]


ANTHURIUM BOUQUET (for Granny)
I'll use my words, arrange them, into a bouquet
Of Anthurium Lilies, because you loved them.
Festival? no, alas! you cannot wear them as lei.
Its time for sobs, tears, and letting go, its time.
Memories too, i'll arrange them, into a bouquet.
Such fragrance, so beautiful, will now linger on
And smiles we shared at our last meet will stay,
Even when clouds burst watering your memory.
Your smile will meet mine, even if cloudy the day.
In your peaceful rest, His perpetual light to shine,
As i use my words, arrange them, into a bouquet.
ANTHURIUM BOUQUET (for Granny) © gillena cox 2017

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My friend's mother died yesterday and i'm really sad for her. They were so close - Mother And Daughter. She shared her mother with all her friends and we all called her, lovingly, Granny
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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 #126, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
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DO Enjoy the music


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[all Anthurium lilies in this mosaic are from google dot com]


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ALSO, will link to Mosaic Monday
#56

AND

the imaginary garden

Tuesday Platform open mic

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

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[image from alphacoders dot com]


SOUND OF A HORSE
Were i that horse, shiny black as mirror of night,
Wild and free, oh wind my consort would be,
Forever above our offsprings, would twinkle bright,
Two soul mates created of whispers thus are we.

Breathe thee echoes of thy sighs oh wind,
For my hooves, of silver moonbeams shod,
Can surely pound to dust of midnight thinned,
Fury for glee, whichever of rocky paths i trod

And ocean songs, when tempests humbled, shall i sip.
There too, nibble Neptune’s jewels in the sand,
Where time settles, one breath at a time, at the lip,
Of creation, once spoken everything good spanned
SOUND OF A HORSE © gillena cox 2017

Blog hopping today with Poets United

Midweek Motif ~ Animals
prompted by Susan

Revisit
4 October 2016

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