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Unfailing Mercy

Every flower as it unfurls, 

Is a sign of, 

God's love for us as it unfolds,

With each new day; 

Every bow arranged in colour 

After the rain 

Spanning the sky from cloud to cloud 

Adds a promise 

Of God's mercy unfailing, and

Redeeming grace. 

Unfailing Mercy   © gillena cox 2008 

first posted at Wordchimes

 a minute poem   (8484/8484/84)

Read also Ps. 103

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free clip art from google

 The automatic doors open,

You are swallowed like Jonah

In the belly of the whale

Only here, you get to pick the meat

Off the teeth in the jaws,

Grocery shopping in a cool space;

You shop according to colour,

Or you shop according to taste,

The cashier ask you to tap or insert;

Paper receipts shuffle out of the device,

The automatic doors open,

You are outside in the glaring sunlight,

With a plastic grocery bag,

Having left the ground floor of the building.

.© gillena cox 2024

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Blossom Speak

This year i see the yellow patches on the mountains. I spot the pink infloresence around the Queens Park Savannah and i exclaim as i always do. 

We are in Holy Week the week leading up to Easter,  when i think,  every said poui tree on the island would  exclaim here i am in blossom speak.

In your clime you talk about cherry blossoms at the same time here in my clime i speak of poui

from the car window -

craning my neck to view

pink poui blossoms

© gillena cox 2024

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Haibun Monday 3/25/24: first [cherry] blossoms (hatsu hana) (Let’s write a poem.)

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Mosaic Monday#76

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 Happy HOLY WEEK 

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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

© gillena cox 2024

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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.

© gillena cox 2024

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 Happy MARCH 

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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

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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

© gillena cox 2024

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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.

©gillenacox2024

 

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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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 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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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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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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Quadrille #196 – Let’s have a Slumber Party!/a>

Prompt word for today's quadrille is slumber

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