Thursday, September 29, 2011


this is the edited version after comments and critiques; so the one below can be considered merely a first draft

a 2009 photo, haiku added today

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Sunday Savvy 6

original image from the internet

...'sunday treat' was a something to look forward to as a child, when i was growing up in Chaguanas; and this, simply defined, was my father (deceased) making ice cream in an ice cream pail, on the back steps; it involved turning the handle of a 'tub looking' structure, applying ice and salt in (to my child's mind) a mysterious process

original image from the internet

that was generations ago, today in St James where i live, both the ice cream parlors and the street ice cream vendors are busy, seems the Sunday ice cream treat tradition is still alive.

This is Sunday 6 of the series 'Sunday Savvy'

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Why not share a little Sunday someting with me comment or email me

much love

Sunday Savvy
Chicken or chuck roast dinners
Occasional pie for dessert
Drives to visit relatives

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Renku Saturday 4

Inspiration for this haiku and image

a wash of yellow
cloud form the canvas of
evening sky
--gillena cox (haiku and digital painting) © gillena cox


this autumn
as-for why grow old
cloud to bird
--Matsuo Basho (1644 – 1694)

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Saturday, September 17, 2011

Renku Saturday 3

Inspiration for this haiku and image

evening church bells
pink clouds merge
into sunset
--(haiku and digital painting) © gillena cox


evening cherry blossoms
to the prayer gong's beat
--Issa, 1813

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Monday, September 12, 2011

Harvest Moon

Full Corn Moon – September This full moon’s name is attributed to Native Americans because it marked when corn was supposed to be harvested. Most often, the September full moon is actually the Harvest Moon.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Sunday Savvy 5

nine eleven
only love forges futures -
Sunday savvy
-gillena cox

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Why not share a little Sunday someting with me comment or email me; This is Sunday 5 of the series 'Sunday Savvy'

--from Gheorghe Postelnicu, Romania;

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Renku Saturday 2

Inspiration for this haiku and image

La Vega Estate -
a queue to the toilets
near lotus blooming
-gillena cox


blooming lotuses
where sewer water
-Issa, 1822

Monday, September 05, 2011


Golden Wattle: internet image

September in Australia
GRAY Winter hath gone, like a wearisome guest,
And, behold, for repayment,
September comes in with the wind of the West
And the Spring in her raiment!
The ways of the frost have been filled of the flowers,
While the forest discovers
Wild wings, with the halo of hyaline hours,
And a music of lovers.

September, the maid with the swift silver feet!
She glides, and she graces
The valleys of coolness, the slopes of the heat,
With her blossomy traces;
Sweet month, with a mouth that is made of a rose,
She lightens and lingers
In spots where the harp of the evening glows,
Attuned by her fingers.

The stream from its home in the hollow hill slips
In a darling old fashion;
And the day goeth down with a song on its lips
Whose key-note is passion;
Far out in the fierce, bitter front of the sea
I stand, and remember
Dead things that were brothers and sisters of thee,
Resplendent September.

The West, when it blows at the fall of the noon
And beats on the beaches,
So filled with a tender and tremulous tune
That touches and teaches;
The stories of Youth, of the burden of Time,
And the death of Devotion,
Come back with the wind, and are themes of the rhyme
In the waves of the ocean.

We, having a secret to others unknown,
In the cool mountain-mosses,
May whisper together, September, alone
Of our loves and our losses.
One word for her beauty, and one for the place
She gave to the hours;
And then we may kiss her, and suffer her face
To sleep with the flowers.
High places that knew of the gold and the white
On the forehead of Morning
Now darken and quake, and the steps of the Night
Are heavy with warning!
Her voice in the distance is lofty and loud
Through its echoing gorges;
She hath hidden her eyes in a mantle of cloud,
And her feet in the surges!

On the tops of the hills, on the turreted cones—
Chief temples of thunder—
The gale, like a ghost, in the middle watch moans,
Gliding over and under.
The sea, flying white through the rack and the rain,
Leapeth wild at the forelands;
And the plover, whose cry is like passion with pain,
Complains in the moorlands.

Oh, season of changes—of shadow and shine—
September the splendid!
My song hath no music to mingle with thine,
And its burden is ended;
But thou, being born of the winds and the sun,
By mountain, by river,
May lighten and listen, and loiter and run,
With thy voices forever.

-- September in Australia; by Henry Clarence Kendall (1841–82)

Condolences to the family and friends of Haiku poet of Australia - Janice M. Bostok(1942 -2011)who died peacefully in the Murwillumbah Hospital on Sunday afternoon, September 4

early spring mist —
in the valley the clatter
of milking pails
--Janice Bostok

Sunday, September 04, 2011

Sunday Savvy 4

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This is Sunday 4 of the series 'Sunday Savvy'

Today i'm sharing a lunch with i dont know who, i've been doing this since 1978; no its not a blind date, its a church community offering; The St Vincent De Paul Society (a world wide) community within the Roman Catholic church, has as one of the items on its agenda, bringing hot lunches to underpriviliged families. Here in my parish, the work is divided; some persons cook and box a lunch to be shared; other persons collect the lunches and distribute it to the donees.
much love

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sticky Sunday
all the paper fans
bowing at Mass

Saturday, September 03, 2011

Renku Saturday 1

a 2010 photo used for ths haiga

Inspiration for this haiku
setting sun
the peacock ginger flower
paler and paler - gillena cox

from Issa
in flowering rape
step by step sinking...
-Issa (c.1790)

Thursday, September 01, 2011

Its Sunny

i have as a child, in primary school, repeated this little poem so often; today, September first, while flipping my calendars, it came to me again; so i deceided to google and there it was

June too soon.
July stand by.
August look out you must.
September remember.
October all over.

The poem was published in “Weather Lore” by R. Inwards in 1898. read more here