Wednesday, September 13, 2017

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[image from google dot com used for this haiga]


We were the very first set of entrants. It was the same year our country's independence was declared. We got pencils and candy and little red-white-and-black flags.
"Do you remember the rose garden used to be there?" "Yes, I remember the orangish-yellow one i planted; just like the sky over there." "I planted one also" he said, his smile still shy, in a much much older face.

Sahara dust
heavy in the dawn sky -
high school reunion

© gillena cox 2017



Blog hopping today with

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Reunions


Revisit
high school
13 September 2016
13 September 2015

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29 Comments:

Blogger John Buchanan said...

Hi Gillena, This is an interesting thought well captured.

2:44 PM  
Blogger Sherry Blue Sky said...

So beautiful, Gillena.

2:49 PM  
Blogger Susan said...

You make the Haibun into a vivid memory, every part essential. There is no desert in your words. I enjoy the Haiga too.

3:06 PM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for your appreciation Susan

much love...

3:10 PM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thank you John

much love...

3:11 PM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Happy you dropped in Sherry

much love...

3:11 PM  
Blogger John Buchanan said...

I was born in Trinidad two years later!

3:27 PM  
Blogger gillena cox said...

Wow, how nice!!!
thanks for dropping by again John.

Much 😍 love

4:09 PM  
Blogger Adelaide said...

Well done, Gillena.

Did you get any of hurricane Irma? Hope all is well.

Adelaide

4:58 PM  
Blogger indybev said...

What special memories! Thank you for sharing.

7:11 PM  
Blogger gillena cox said...

Thanks for your appreciation Adelaide. We had some thunder showers. But Trinidad and Tobago was not in Irma's path

Happy you dropped in

Much 😍 love

7:11 PM  
Blogger gillena cox said...

Thanks for dropping by Bev

Much 😍 love

7:12 PM  
Blogger J. T said...

Your high school reunion sounds tender and romantic. I could feel the love there. Great write Gillena.

7:22 PM  
Blogger Myrna R. said...

Such lovely memories and thoughts. Enjoyed this Gillena.

7:42 PM  
Blogger Martin Kloess said...

Takes me back too. Thank you

9:28 PM  
Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

You make it sound quite nostalgic, and unique.

3:50 AM  
Blogger Amit Agarwal said...

You said the unsaid without saying it, Gillena:) Wow! I loved it to the core..

4:24 AM  
Blogger gillena cox said...

Thanks for your appreciation JT

Much 😍 love

5:45 AM  
Blogger gillena cox said...

Thanks for your appreciation Myrna

Much 😍 love

5:45 AM  
Blogger gillena cox said...

Thanks for your appreciation Martin

Much 😍 love

5:46 AM  
Blogger gillena cox said...

Thanks for your appreciation Rosemary

Much 😍 love

5:47 AM  
Blogger gillena cox said...

Thanks for your appreciation Amit

Much 😍 love

5:47 AM  
Blogger Panchali said...

Aha...this is lovely! Beautifully done, Gellina!

1:49 PM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Happy you dropped in Panchali

much love...

5:13 PM  
Blogger Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Maybe it's because of the dust that I shunned my own high school reunion a few weeks ago. :)

7:49 PM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

(✿◠‿◠) thanks for dropping by MMT

much love...

3:57 AM  
Anonymous Sarah Russell said...

Smiling at this poem. "...his smile still shy, in a much much older face....". Just perfect!

12:12 AM  
Blogger Anjum Wasim Dar said...

so beautifully expressed

7:10 AM  
Blogger Reema dsouza said...

Super blog, I love your articles and reports, good continuation.

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7:25 AM  

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