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Monday, April 28, 2025

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clinging for dear life

a few late pink Poui -

neighbourhood tree

Here in T&T 🇹🇹 the Poui trees break out in bloom around the same time that your Cherry is blooming, mid-March to late April. It's a blossoming tree thing, has to be.

yellow trees nearby

are still showing off their -

golden blossom hues

They are very very distracting, so much so, on my way to the polling station this morning, i had to stop to snap some.

Today is General Elections, here in T&T 🇹🇹

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Haibun Monday 4-25-25: Late Cherry Blossoms;

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Tuesday, April 22, 2025

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[image courtesy dVerse Poetry Pub]

Destined Moon - a Fold

Blame it in the moon, she of waxing and waning,

Predestined through myriad phases,

All her life spent in shiftshaping,

All her wanders through continents,

Seemingly stationary, she of waxing and waning

Oceans and tides listen,

And farmer's worms digging,

Know how deep to penetrate,

In the job of soil airing,

And lovers too like to say,

Blame it on the moon, she of waxing and waning.

© gillena cox 2025

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Poetics: Fated

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HAPPY EARTH DAY TO FRIENDS AND VISITORS

Monday, April 21, 2025

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[Claude Monet painting from google]

Who Alters

Who alters the skies

To form sleep time

To form wake time

The Great God of it all

Who alters that rain

Should cool too hot sunny days

Only the Great God of all

I've hear of him

Seen his power

Seen his wonders.

© gillena cox 2025

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Quadrille #222: There’s no alternative’

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Friday, April 18, 2025

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[ image made with Bing AI generator]

Easter Egg Shell

It was Easter so of course

Bunny popped out of an Egg,

When else would she be able

To accomplish such a feat

With such ease.

The wind blew just for

Ti marie flowers,

That were withered enough,

To take the ride and with ease,

Bunny's whiskers twitched

With ease in a most annoying way,

What's this all about,

She thought to herself.

Her achoos sent bits of egg shell,

Flying all over the place,

With ease so much so,

That one bit escalated,

With force and speed.

Bunny, being her adventurous self

Hopped on for a ride of her life.

© gillena cox 2025

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dVerse’ Poetics — MTB: Magical Realism!

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May i suggest you get a copy of The Naughty Angel written by me Gillena Cox

published by Purple Cotton Candy Arts

available from Amazon.com

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Tuesday, April 15, 2025

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[Memorial park monument, Port of Spain, Trinidad 🇹🇹 from google]

Monumental

Standing in the sun,

Standing in the rain,

Lucky you;

We have no winters,

We have no Autumns,

To freeze you,

Or make you colour shame.

You stand proud,

For the value of service,

And every year,

They come bowing,

Bringing garlands,

To the memory of,

Our fallen braves.

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dVerse’ Poetics Tuesday — Busted!

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Monday, April 14, 2025

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[bird pepper image from google]

Mango Chow

When i was a child i knew of a tiny tubular pepper we called bird pepper. These plants no one planted, they just popped up from nowhere, but did not remain in the size of a weed. They grew to well sized shrubs.

Maybe it was as Lisa Bellamy thought, “as a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow.”

In those my youthful days. I used to add bird peppers to chow. Chow was any green fruit available peeled, with salt, garlic and peppers, added. In my area the favoured choice was mango chow. It was something as children we made, we relished we shared.

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Prosery: In the words of Lisa Bellamy

Write a piece of flash fiction or other prose up of up to or exactly 144 words, Including the given line from a poem. “As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow.” From the poem, Wild Pansy. by Lisa Bellamy

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