a red hibiscus
plucked from a wayside fence blooms...
thus just for a smile
those starched white shirts
once our grand mothers pressed...
flat irons relics
untimely black outs...
the whispered requests for
candles and matches
--gillena cox
Happy Independence Day Trinidad and Tobago
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celebrating 50
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Carp Diem "Sparkling Stars" #3 "when the peonies bloomed" by Kiitau
Happy Holiday, Gillena!
ReplyDeletelove the flower plucked from the wayside...something that might be passed over usually...
ReplyDeleteand the memories the flat iron brings of our grands....
cool chain of verse....have a lovely day gilena
Sometimes a person can find such beauty along the wayside, if one only takes the time to look. And, ha, I remember when my mother used to starch shirts. Glad those times are behind us! Happy Sunday, Gillena.
ReplyDeleteThanks Diane
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Thanks for your appreciation Brian
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Thanks for your appreciation Mary
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The flower photo is gorgeous! Wonderful red hibiscus!
ReplyDeleteThat is a lovely smile ~ Enjoy your weekend ~
ReplyDeletebeautiful flowers, happy memories grace our lives..lovely write Gillena..Happy sunday :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Sumana
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I love them all. but when you reach for the matches.. that capture a moment of your life...
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Bjorn
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Happy Independence Day, Gillena. I resonate with the grandmother, ironing. I still iron, in my turn!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful snippets of life captured--just lovely
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped in Sherry
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Thanks Audrey
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I adore wayside flowers!
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On your Independence day it is good to recollect memories of the past.
ReplyDeleteThese are wonderful Gillena!
ReplyDeleteI hope you are feeling much better today.
What a beautiful picture and words!
ReplyDeleteHave a blessed new week :-)
I missed you my dear Gillena I'm back for however long that is....lol I have a new blog yes besides...google I don't know how long it'll last but after 4 posts, I hasnt been deleted so you can find always at google, and here:
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I missed you Gillena, so much
Happy you dropped in Maggie
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Thanks for your appreciation OE
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Thanks Mascha
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Happy you are back Lorraine, i missed all those beautiful photos; i will most certainly pop over at your new blog
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Thanks Judy, the swelling has gone down, i still have to keep the area dry and apply the antibiotic powder till the scars drop off on their own
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A well written poem.
ReplyDeletei would love to visit Trinidad and Tobago in the future. everything you mentioned made me flashback to the South Pacific for a few moments there. Well-written Gillena!!!
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I have my husband's grandmother's flat iron displayed in my kitchen. Lovely hiakus.
ReplyDeleteI really like that third one...
ReplyDeleteI just picked up another oil lamp at a yard sail... just in case.
Though black outs are not frequent here.
Happy Independence Day Trinidad and
Tobago! :)
Thanks .GL
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Thank you for your appreciation Jamztoma
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Thanks Jules, happy you stopped by
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Thank you for your appreciation Janice
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A beautiful haiga and your haiku were thought provoking ... I especially enjoyed the last one ...
ReplyDeleteThank you Georgia
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I still wear starched shirts, whenever I go to court . . . maybe court is a relic too.
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped in Stormcat
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