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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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 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

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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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 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).

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 [photo courtesy Michelle Beauchamp at dVerse Poets Pub]

Everyday A Possibility

Life without regret

Opens the living to better futures;

Hope is not a resting place,

but a starting point - a cactus,

not a cushion, which encourages couch potatoes to rest on laurels;

No! hope can take wings

In flights of imagination,

Acting out hunches 

Much like the poet, molding words

Into tangible responses to

Everyday possibilities 

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Today's mini prompt

Consider these lines of wisdom by American author, H. Jackson Brown Jr.

“Be a cactus in a world of delicate flowers.”

“Hope is not a resting place but a starting point – a cactus, not a cushion.”

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Just A Leaping Nonsense

A frog leaps into a pond

There is a splash

Significant enough to found

A poem so small in a flash

Haiku of Basho

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

When it is hot so

Hot you really want to make a dash

Save a notebook that was found

Or make potatoes into a mash

A poem leaps into a pond

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 [image from google]

We here in Trinidad and Tobago are experiencing our Dry Season one of the two climatic seasons prescribed to us.

Dry Season is a boon for the carnival minded. All that sun adds sparkle to glitter and shimmer of costumes. And gives valid excuse to peel down and revel on carnival days.

And after the carnival bacchanal the cool-down on beaches, but preferably under a beach umbrella.

While the more penitent fast and abstain in Lenten style.

Yesterday it rained and rained. A sudden outburst from a cumulus happy sky. Happens.

from rain-soaked sky

February moon sails in -

before night lamps light

© gillena cox 2024

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image from pinterest

 A touch of sunshine

A dash of azure

This poem wanders into

A bright day

Eyes are viewing

The same scenes as yesterday

Only one bird led the chorus

At daybreak shrill and right 

What of sunset

Will there be a touch of gold

© gillena cox 2024

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the prompt is touch

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