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
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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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Prompt line for today's prosery is
all of the names swallowed up by the cold
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THIS IS MONDAY WRITES 426
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).
Thursday, March 7, 2024
1153
Suitor by Lawrence Alma-tadema from a google search
Flippant SuitorTo 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
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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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Challenge: to write a poem on being “young and green” from whatever persona or viewpoint you choose to adopt,
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).
Thursday, February 29, 2024
1150
[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
© gillenacox2024
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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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