Monday, March 18, 2024

1157

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.
© gillena cox 2024

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Thursday, March 14, 2024

1156

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

Tuesday, March 12, 2024

1155

"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
© gillena cox 2024


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Monday, March 11, 2024

1154

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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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Thursday, March 7, 2024

1153

 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

© gillena cox 2024



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Tuesday, March 5, 2024

1152

 Bing AI created this image for me


Now She Is Grown

when she was young and

 but a bud she dreamed of a

 brilliant sun on 

her velvet petals warming  

she though not of a 

bush or shrub only blossom

beautiful no thorns 

or raindrops heavy falling

nor ladybugs wings

now the sun and the moon stars

 and planets exist

© gillena cox 2024


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Monday, March 4, 2024

1151

pink curtains shiver
paws striking with eyes shining -
Lola is at play 

The new addition to my granddaughter's swoons;
a grey kitten whom she brought to visit. 
Lola ran through all the rooms, before sparing 
with a curtain panel and tired, fell into slumber. 
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Prompt word for today's quadrille is slumber


REVISIT TO READ


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THIS IS MONDAY WRITES 425
 Happy MARCH 
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).

verses