Trending September Day 27
no summers
just Caribbean breezes
no winters either
fallen blossoms
on the paved walk
leaf cutter ants
they have a mind of their own
carrying cuttings
some faithful ladies arrange
vases for their church altar
automatic doors -
the intimated welcome
to grocery shoppers
persistent honking of horns
Sunday cooking gas sellers
polling day
the longest lines
for stained fingers
delicious! watermelons
did i mention, the red team won
kiskadee
this bird singing out its name
kis ka ke ee ee
as if the night was too long
an earth tremor before dawn
fragments of peace -
one aeroplane flying high
two grackles low
in the cooling of evening
to sit on the back steps nice
caterpillars
the way they cling sun or rain
comfort of leaves
in the torrent of raindrops
memories childhood paper boats
❧✿❧
near palm fronds wave to
distant verdant mountains
after many years
from opposite directions
to meet in the street
under large umbrellas
the doubles vendors
a can of beans -
the flip side of a label
to write a haiku
coin toss
the captain says
we play
the dare of youth to reason
game of cricket in the street
the old mango tree
holding patches of sky
all day long
just for a while this sunset
golden like the burning bush
who knows me better
than i know myself -
dark chocolate squares
contemplating gratefulness
Republic Day holiday
Friday market -
a bouquet of fresh green herbs
delights the senses
enjoying parang music
counting days to Christmas
little nuances -
eighty eight days to Christmas
and the lists
© gillena cox
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Spliced in July 2011
Cinderella Syndrome August 2010
The Umbrella sequence of July 2010.
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What a wonderful difference view from your tropical world, I feel moved to the smells and the noises of a Caribbean Sunday.. thank you for that Gilena.
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all day long"........this is so beautiful....
Ohhhhhh. So much incredible beauty here. I am quite literally held by this phrase:
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holding patches of sky
all day long"
Breathtaking.
So nice to visit your beautiful land through your poem. I can see the leafcutter ants, briskly going about their business.....smell the blossoms and the rain, feel the warmth. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteYou have captured the timelessness of life, both for man and creature. I love so many different images you have created, gillena, I could not mention them all. This poem felt like a renewal for me.
ReplyDeleteReads like a song, its vivid and tasteful in more ways than one. Greetings to you.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping in Bjorn
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Happy you dropped in Sumana
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thanks De
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thanks for your appreciation Kerry
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thanks for your appreciation Blogoratti
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This is just a treat! Those ants carrying leaves is a a delightful image. I so enjoyed the different a Caribbean difference can make in perspective. Spencer is Kanzensakura
ReplyDeleteThank you Toni for dropping by today
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Gillena, thank you so much for a positive and tropical Sunday experience. i can see everyone on your end going to church, cooking for Sunday brunch, or going out to a hot day...the very images of the islands!!! thanks for this...hehehe
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enjoying parang music
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Ah yes.. one does feel excited at the prospects of the oncoming celebrations :D
Happy you dropped in Sanaa
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What a wonderful poem you are building each phrase with such meaning...loved the end...it is not far off even if we want it to be.
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Oh I would like to experience some of those Caribbean breezes and experience those scenes, but I won't be counting days to Christmas any time soon. Smiles.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping in Mary. One hundred days to Christmas is very common practise here in T&T
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What a glorious walk with you in your world Gillena.
ReplyDeleteI feel like I have visited your home town and it is lovely. Thank you for giving us such a luscious glimpse of your land.
ReplyDeleteParang music.. now I definitely want to find out about it...
ReplyDeletethanks for dropping in Robin
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Happy you dropped in Myrna
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Glad i sparked your interest Thotpurge
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88 days to Christmas is a sobering thought but as always there is joy and magic in your poem
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This is lovely.
ReplyDelete"the old mango tree
holding patches of sky
all day long" - so evocative and moving ... an indelible haiku.
Thanks Wendy
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Again I enjoy a visit to your happy, colourful home!
ReplyDeleteI like your little fragments, such observation, and giving love to little things - so rewarding. Happy October!
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