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[one of my watercolours edited in picsart]

Overlapp

And when cometh the dawn, when she in

Her shadowy aspect of night to day, dare

To sketch such hues and tints, no match wherein

The artist's brush, should either crave or bear;

Who honestly should be jealous of this spin

Dabbling at hours of mystery there.

Perhaps this birth of spurious time is hatched

Only in the illusion of colours overlapped

© gillena cox 2024

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[René Magritte, Golconda (1953), oil on canvas; image courtesy deVerse poetry Pub]

 Rain On A Clear Day

On a clear cool day,

Why this needless nuisance of rain,

Past rooftops, routing a straigth path

Down from free fleecing azure.

Who cares? cause the windows are shut;

Maybe every engaging human,

Has had wholly enough,

Of outside influences.

So they therefore shut in

All casual coincidences of life

Leaving legacies of strife to 

Flowers free on the meadows

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Everything We See

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The Trees Wore Scarves

My friend, one of the Adult Literacy Tutors; invites me to an afternoon in the Botanical Gardens to witness some of her online students read in person. So i go along, and i have a heart-warming time; meeting new people old and young, from all over the islands; sharing snacks and listening to splendid readings.

ALTA Online is an interactive, web-based programme of literacy instruction built around Caribbean life skills content and designed for independent use by persons aged 9 and over.

There were also options for authors to read as well: A source of inspiration and encouragement for students in the programme.

scarfed trees -

applause rise and

gusts of wind

© gillena cox 2024

Quadrille Sharp

The trees looked sharp

 In their brightly wrapped scarves;

And the dry leaves crackled underfoot.

After the noon sun on Saturday,

There was left much to say.

From far and wide they gathered,

This day they will have their say,

And say they did.

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 Happy MARCH 

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[bing AI created this image for me]

This is what i hope to read at the live meeting this Saturday. If you want to read it at the blog GO HERE

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"Orchard in Spring” by Alfred Sisley (1881)

courtesy dVerse Poetry Pub

New Clothes

When sentinel poui changes her clothing

From all green to an all pink thing

Know that sovereign Easter is near

Our Caribbean nuance of Spring

With silver smiles of resurrection 

Of renewal therefore sing

Pink poui has changed her garb

And that's a wonderful thing

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image created for me by bing AI

Wandering Through The Unknown

Though all of the names swallowed up by the cold left a bitter taste on her freezing lips; still, she remained adamant. She was not leaving without her best bud her friend of first school days.

She was determined to search this wretched unknown territory; alone if she must, unshod if she had to. She would find him.

Her backpack felt even heavier than when she had zeroed in from earth with all of its wars and changes in climate. She didn't know what season she had reached in this unknown star. There was no inkling in this wasteland of emerald sky, yellow dust and red rocks.

She had never thought to pack a paint brush or colours.

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Prosery – Tomas Tranströmer/

Prompt line for today's prosery is

all of the names swallowed up by the cold

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You've heard about the Monday Blues 

well this is Monday WRites  (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea).

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 Suitor by Lawrence Alma-tadema from a google search

Flippant Suitor

To where do rosebuds traverse

If not in the sequence of verse

In the intentions of our universe

Already fixed to no reverse

Why then suitor, romancer, do worse

Than a heart wounded or curse

As bended knee rises another to converse

With same adoration so perverse

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