
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Monday, September 07, 2009
New Flowers
Friday, September 04, 2009
September Morning
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Meandering Green
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Thursday, August 06, 2009
Ekphrastic Poetry Challenge

Picasso's Tomato Plant image is from Pablo Picasso Gallery Paintings(1941-73)
Between the third and twelfth days of August 1944 Picasso painted
nine pictures of a tomato plant perched on a window sill, all on identically sized canvases
Ekphrasis: writing that comments upon another art form, for instance a poem about a photograph or a novel about a film. Keats' "Ode on a Grecian Urn" is a prime example of this type of writing, since the entire poem concerns the appearance and meaning of an ancient piece of pottery Ekphrastic Poetry Examples
How does one approach this poetry form? Become physically comfortable and committed to a long period of time in front of the art. If possible sit in front of the work and attempt to become one with it. If you have permission, take a photograph of it and carry it with you or prop it in front of your computer, especially for the revision process. Since while writing poetry “it all depends on the questions that you ask,” ask yourself and ask the painting about the movement in the piece. What is going where? Ask about color, light, shape/form, subject/items, geometry/direction/balance, relationship/tension, taste, sound. Is anything here making noise? Is anyone/anything speaking? Can you create dialogue? Monologue? If you can’t take a photo of a museum piece, try a “naive poet’s sketch” of the piece just to remind yourself of the elements of the painting, its flow, and relationship of the subjects. Elastic Ekphrastic; Another Way Toward Poetry
Should you accept this challenge E-mail me OR add your poem at COMMENTS
If Picasso
Late summer,
Bold strokes celebrate
Pablo's harvest;
Sunny day,
The tomato plant
Looks happier;
The phone rings,
A plant paperweights
A few haiku scribbles;
This could very well
Have happened,
If Picasso was a haijin;
--gillena cox; TT
Tomato
Pablo knew that was one ugly pot.
Broken, pieced together from one, two, three
Different shards, bright shining pieces
Fashioned together with dull, with red,
With white from birth, a hand held enough
Soil to cover its bottom, to cover a seed
So tiny it was amazing the crop.
A green, then red crop, a child to mature adult.
Pasta was on his mind, pasta covered rich and thick,
Red sauce clotted with ripeness, basil and onion,
Sweet peppers, olive oil dripping rich from hot buns.
Pablo knew, it begged for wine.
--Donald Rhodes; South Carolina
The Eternal
In the tomato plant
In a broken pot
Picasso scores the
Shades of four seasons,
In a single canvas
The brushstrokes
In blue and yellow
Hides a sky and sun
Nurturing the plant for
Time eternal
--Devika Jyothi; New Delhi,IN
briefly punctuating
summer at its height
the tomato period
--Cindy Tebo; Catawissa,US
Amidst the cubes
you are the living structure.
Amongst the grey
you are my red and green.
And after all this daily dust and dumbness
you promise me a viral meal.
--Ralf Bröker, Germany
The poems in this Ekphrastic Poetry Challenge remain the property of each individual author and should not be used without permission
Monday, July 20, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Way Into
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Plate Friday


Surfed across to Crafty Green Poet and brought the 'Plate Friday' theme to Lunch Break
This is my most recently bought plate and now my favourite; Its a scouped glass square 24cm; with an orange printed design
before supper-
a bird lingers
on the gate
--gillena cox
See also Plate Friday at
Crafty Green Poet
and at
The Weaver of Grass
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Corpus Christi

Corpus Christi translates to mean body of Christ, this is a public holiday in Trinidad and Tobago, The Thursday after Trinity Sunday; the folk culture sets this day aside as the start of the rainy season and a day for planting house crops like pigeon peas, corn, and hot peppers. The catholic religious sets this day aside to process through the streets praying and singing hyms in reverence to Jesus Christ who offered himself to his disciples at The Last Supper and commemorates the institution of the Holy Eucharist
corpus christi-
a luminous moon at dawn
reshaping
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Monday, June 08, 2009
Saturday, June 06, 2009
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
One Blossom

One Blossom, is the third part of a three parts, the first two parts are - One Feather and One mango; you can views these at Sketchbook Mar-Apr 09
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Mother's Day Musings 2009
Hi----
before i make my introductions, i'm going to spill the beans a little. I grew up in Chaguanas with both my parents, siblings, and my paternal grandmother; i have been living in St James since 1972.
About my mother, well, she was always hitting me - with a belt, a cup, a pot spoon, wet clothes while she was washing, you name it, she'd use it to hit on me.
"Mum that wasn't very nice"
Needless to say i opted not to discipline my children in that fashion.
Okay, so moving along. I'm not one of those people who idealize Mum. Growing up, what i liked about my mum was her cooking. Now don't get me wrong people, i never disrespected or ill treated my mother; thats the truth.
My favourite people are my children and my husband; now thats not to say therein only sweetness and no bitterness are, but read on people.
Let me introduce you
Meet my Mom her name is Mary; and my Children -: daughter Yanda and son Khama.

My father is deceased, 1999; his name - Job.
My husband Anthony, reneged on his responsibility to me and the children when in 1978 he left us to go to New York-USA to study, never returning to our home.
So that makes me what? a deserted woman since we were never divorced; or maybe, a woman who rose to meet her challanges with faith? -------------------
Well, i'll let you fill in the blanks.
As a child i always prayed that i would be financially independent, I sometimes use that as a yardstick when i affirm "Yes God answers prayers."
Well being a married mum, with an absentee husband was very challenging, but i love being a mom to my kids, who were the perfect kids - naughty and nice; until they left home and mutated into two people i'm striving each day to know better.
dinner plate auralia your leaves
the same and yet different
SO; HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL YOU MOMS OUT THERE
revisit Mother's Day 2008
Do leave a comment, Tell me something about you, your Mom, your kids, someone you think is an outstanding Mom;
if you e-mail me your mother's day musings, be it bitter or sweet i'll edit this post and add it. MUCH LOVE
--gillena
A tribute to my mother: She was not faultless, tended to be negative toward life on Earth, was very judgmental as to our depaortment, and complained about my father too much. BUT, that is a big word which covered whatever faults there were. She loved us, was always there for us (there was a void when she wasn't home when we got home from school), taught us right from wrong, read the Bible with us and always had her private daily devotions (I recall her praying for us--she often prayed out loud), laughed and cried with us, saw that we were regularly in church, set an example of piety before us. That is a rich heritage I shall always remember. She has been gone some twenty years but her legacy remains strong. I thank God for my godly mother.
--Quentin Clingerman; US
As far as Mother's Day went... My focus this year was more on what kind of a mother I have been to my two grown daughters. There are lots of contentedly good memories mixed in with regret for mistakes I have made. If I could have children now at age 49 rather than at age 19 as I had done...I would do things a whole lot different! Ah! the wisdom of age. But, gratefully I have close, honest, loving relationships with each of them. When I find myself criticizing my mother and aspects of my childhood I remember her undying love and the fact that she was young once too.
sweetness
with the thorns
mother's day
--Robin Beshers; US
just my love and me
strolling down a country road
wildflowers in bloom
--Nan Forehand; US
mother's day -
some black locust petals
on her grave
--Tomislav Maretic; Croatia
My mother; she is the one with whom I open my heart fully without fear of being misunderstood...
--Devika; and others have posted their musings directly to COMMENTS
before i make my introductions, i'm going to spill the beans a little. I grew up in Chaguanas with both my parents, siblings, and my paternal grandmother; i have been living in St James since 1972.
About my mother, well, she was always hitting me - with a belt, a cup, a pot spoon, wet clothes while she was washing, you name it, she'd use it to hit on me.
"Mum that wasn't very nice"
Needless to say i opted not to discipline my children in that fashion.
Okay, so moving along. I'm not one of those people who idealize Mum. Growing up, what i liked about my mum was her cooking. Now don't get me wrong people, i never disrespected or ill treated my mother; thats the truth.
My favourite people are my children and my husband; now thats not to say therein only sweetness and no bitterness are, but read on people.
Let me introduce you
Meet my Mom her name is Mary; and my Children -: daughter Yanda and son Khama.

My father is deceased, 1999; his name - Job.
My husband Anthony, reneged on his responsibility to me and the children when in 1978 he left us to go to New York-USA to study, never returning to our home.
So that makes me what? a deserted woman since we were never divorced; or maybe, a woman who rose to meet her challanges with faith? -------------------
Well, i'll let you fill in the blanks.
As a child i always prayed that i would be financially independent, I sometimes use that as a yardstick when i affirm "Yes God answers prayers."
Well being a married mum, with an absentee husband was very challenging, but i love being a mom to my kids, who were the perfect kids - naughty and nice; until they left home and mutated into two people i'm striving each day to know better.
dinner plate auralia your leaves
the same and yet different

SO; HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL YOU MOMS OUT THERE
revisit Mother's Day 2008
Do leave a comment, Tell me something about you, your Mom, your kids, someone you think is an outstanding Mom;
if you e-mail me your mother's day musings, be it bitter or sweet i'll edit this post and add it. MUCH LOVE
--gillena
A tribute to my mother: She was not faultless, tended to be negative toward life on Earth, was very judgmental as to our depaortment, and complained about my father too much. BUT, that is a big word which covered whatever faults there were. She loved us, was always there for us (there was a void when she wasn't home when we got home from school), taught us right from wrong, read the Bible with us and always had her private daily devotions (I recall her praying for us--she often prayed out loud), laughed and cried with us, saw that we were regularly in church, set an example of piety before us. That is a rich heritage I shall always remember. She has been gone some twenty years but her legacy remains strong. I thank God for my godly mother.
--Quentin Clingerman; US
As far as Mother's Day went... My focus this year was more on what kind of a mother I have been to my two grown daughters. There are lots of contentedly good memories mixed in with regret for mistakes I have made. If I could have children now at age 49 rather than at age 19 as I had done...I would do things a whole lot different! Ah! the wisdom of age. But, gratefully I have close, honest, loving relationships with each of them. When I find myself criticizing my mother and aspects of my childhood I remember her undying love and the fact that she was young once too.
sweetness
with the thorns
mother's day
--Robin Beshers; US
just my love and me
strolling down a country road
wildflowers in bloom
--Nan Forehand; US
mother's day -
some black locust petals
on her grave
--Tomislav Maretic; Croatia
My mother; she is the one with whom I open my heart fully without fear of being misunderstood...
--Devika; and others have posted their musings directly to COMMENTS
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Lily Of The Valley

lily of the valley image from World Of Flowers
My grandmother was a market vendor. She sold in the Chaguanas Market - herbs and spices - chives, thyme, nutmegs, bay leaves, cloves, cinnamon; and sweet broom for clothes cupboards. She also made chocolate logs to be used for making hot chocolate drinks. She used cocoa beans, which were washed and sun dried, then crushed to remove the shells, then cloves and cinnamon sticks were added, this was then ground in a hand mill; then shaped into small chocolate logs. She also made and sold sugar cakes (not a cake but a candy made from grated coconuts).
I never called her grandmother, i called her Dee, like most other folks did; but that was not her name. A few other grownups called her Janee, but that too, was not her name.
Lily of the valley;
The memory of my grandmother Dee
Scents my mind.
in response to email questions i've edited to include -- my grandmther's name Veronica; Veronica Mitchell
Thursday, April 30, 2009
A Poem In Your Pocket

ending April
one more poui blossom
falling /gc
--previously published (in Magnapoets)
flower show
a child tells me
her favorite color /wk
sunset -
she draws a red thread
through her embroidery /jm
Spring time –
in my secret pocket
a dry lime leaf /md
No money
in my pocket book...
but so many haiku! /vm
Pick my pocket now
Finding mostly lint from wash
A poem pops right out /qc
bowl of soba
on the first day of Spring
picking my teeth /jc
tobacco crumbs
in a wrapped clipping--
beware the raindrops /rb
--又ここに若葉光に揺れてをり
--mata koko ni / wakaba hikari ni/ yurete wori
here I come again
young leaves swinging
in sun beam /sn
power failure
an employee explains
a sit-down strike /rp
ending April
so many winter haiku
not yet written /jt
gc--gillena cox; TT
jc--Joseph B. Connolly; Nevada USA
jm--John McDonald; UK
jt--Juhani Tikkanen; Turku Finland
md--Magdalena Dale; Bucharest - Romania
qc--Que Clingerman; USA
rb--Ralf Bröker; Germany
rp-- Reason A Poteet; USA
sn--Sakuon Nakamura; Tokyo Japan
vm--Vasile Moldoan; ROMANIA
wk--William Kenny; Whitestone NY USA
Renku -- 'A Poem In Your Pocket'-- editor/coordinator - gillena cox; TT
All the poems in this sequence remain the copyright of the individual writers and should not be used without their permission
April 30th - A Poem In Your Pocket Day
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Earth Day 2009

Have a HAPPY EARTH DAY 2009
First launched as an environmental awareness event in the United States in 1970, Earth Day (April 22) is celebrated as the birth of the environmental movement...Earth day history
Earth Day
I circle the date
in green
Earth Day
a note in
my kiyose
--William Sorlien; Minnesota, USA
violet asterisk –
somebody wrote my name
across the Earth's day
--Ralf Bröker; Germany
earth day-
holding a bouquet of flowers
in the check out line
--John Merryfield; Mexico
earth day
fallen petals adorn
the waste bin
--Polona Oblak; Slovenia
Under our feet
thousands of cherry petals…
still Earth Day
--Magdalena Dale; Bucharest - Romania
Wake up to Daylight
Thinking about God's green Earth
Birds pecking at seed
--Que Clingerman; US
Psalmist's Earth Day
resting in greener pastures
our Shepherd at work
Been busy in the yard with treating dandelions and clover which infiltrate my grass and spraying for ants which populate our area like sand. On a serious note I usually celebrated Earth Day with my class as a teacher. Earth Day needs a long hard look at progress and priorities.
forty years old now
a grassroots holiday
in midlife crisis
-- Reason A Poteet; US
beginner
she prays the seed
into the earth
--Bill Kenney; Whitestone NY USA
Earth day...
planting trees to become
giants of hope
--Keith A. SIMMONDS; T & T
panta rhei...
point in the universe
our Earth
--Krzysztof Kokot; Poland
Solar system
celebrates: happy
Earth Day!
We don't like
your kisses asteroids,
stay on your way!
Earthy Day party --
Mars pays court
to Venus...again
Earth Day --
a bit tipsy Jupiter totters
on his path
Blue Marble -- so many lifes in your blues!
--Tomislav Maretic; Croatia
soft breezes blow south
relief from hot days in spring
marine layer cools
no electric air
needed today open windows
bring shaded sun
cats chew green leaves
ecology of felines
earth day everyday for them
recycle what
hurts earth
save planet mother
--Michelle Rose; US
Mother earth's belly
mostly protected by
salty water
Our own moon
behind the heavy clouds --
I wanted to live in Jupiter!
(Jupiter "owns" 63 moons, counted now, I think one of those is seen more frequently ?)
--Tikkis; Finland
Earth day -
amongst the stars
a garden
--John McDonald; UK
Greeting from Poland I think of the destruction caused environment by the mines
gold mine -
the rain forest
and smaller
--Andrzej Dembonczyk; Poland
I should embrace the earth
but, ah dear, only two hands
are not enough
global heating-
health before wealth
for people and earth
--Vasile Moldovan; Romania
mirthday far off
as water sighs and cries
earth day thinks fresh
--Joseph B. Connolly; Nevada US
It's Earth Day today?
Too bad my tank was empty,
so Earth un-friendly.
--HaikuKelly; US
pruning shrubs
eve of Earth Day-
cirrus overpass
--gillena cox; TT
Earth Day asterisks 2009:-*Green Generation Campaign *renewable energy *green jobs *global dimming earthdaynetwork
Days before Earth Day 2009, President Obama's Energy Secretary Steven Chu gave a press briefing at the "Summit of the Americas" in Trinidad and Tobago where he laid out the potentially disastrous consequences if the world community doesn't unite to combat climate change read more
Poems in this Earth Day sequence are the copyright of the individual writers and should not be reproduced without their permission
Earth Day Haiku coordinator - Gillena Cox; TT
revisit Earth Day 2008
Friday, April 17, 2009
April Scribbles 2009

send a Plumeria e-greeting
April Scribbles 2009 is a solo photo renhai
The RENHAI is a new form created by Vaughn Seward
Vaughn blogs at masago-no-haiku
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Easter 2009
At the church where i fellowship, St Mary's RC in St James, Trinidad; The easter vigil takes place on the Saturday evening, the day before Easter Sunday.
The church is thrown into darkness, then light, symbolic of The Risen Lord is brought into the church, the congregation have their candles lit, passing the light on, one to another, spreading it throught out the whole church. The vigil continues with scriptural readings and hymns; followed by the celebration of Holy Mass.
Easter vigil--
we accept again The Light
into our hearts
--gillena cox; TT
HAPPY EASTER TO ALL visitors to Lunch Break
Share an Easter tradition e-mail me
HAPPY EASTER!!!
On the Good Friday the bells are silenced and conjunct with ropes,The boys run out onto the fields and roads with their wooden clappers calling the people to mass. and it bells again at Saturday evening and Easter Sunday, of course!
silent bells –
the boy’s wooden clappers
call us to mass
-- Tomislav Maretić; Croatia

Lee dyeing his eggs
--Michael Baribeau; US
The church is thrown into darkness, then light, symbolic of The Risen Lord is brought into the church, the congregation have their candles lit, passing the light on, one to another, spreading it throught out the whole church. The vigil continues with scriptural readings and hymns; followed by the celebration of Holy Mass.
Easter vigil--
we accept again The Light
into our hearts
--gillena cox; TT
HAPPY EASTER TO ALL visitors to Lunch Break
Share an Easter tradition e-mail me
HAPPY EASTER!!!
On the Good Friday the bells are silenced and conjunct with ropes,The boys run out onto the fields and roads with their wooden clappers calling the people to mass. and it bells again at Saturday evening and Easter Sunday, of course!
silent bells –
the boy’s wooden clappers
call us to mass
-- Tomislav Maretić; Croatia

Lee dyeing his eggs
--Michael Baribeau; US
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Thursday, April 02, 2009
April Showers

Happy Poetry Month
William Shakespeare said “Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.”
What say you email me i'll add it to this post
--Reason A. Poteet from US says
April seventeenth
marks the first of thousands
phone call number one
My husband calls me almost daily. No phone call has been as thrilling and anticipated as that first one on April 17, 1974, nearly thirty-five years ago. He
asked me to go to a movie, first date
--Quentin Clingerman from US says
Oh April showers
Rain dandelions galore
Yellow pollen falls
--William Sorlien from US says
When I first started writing poetry, I "installed" some guerilla art at the poetry park by Lake Phalen in my hometown,using chalk on the asphalt walkways to entice passersby with haiku. That summer evening there were much needed heavy rains and I got to watch the verses melt away, one by one...
evening rain
my poems washed away
to feed the earth
--Cindy Tebo from US says
between the blooms
of red bud and forsythia
nature's perfect sense of timing
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