Tuesday, October 25, 2016


What a large large moon i exclaimed
To the offering of a night sky long planned

A stunning moon greeted my stares
From a distance still to me unfathomable

When that bright moon seared my thoughts
I stared in wonder for this was a night

A moonlit course of opening my heart
To the shadowy foibles encased in poesy

Is there ever a moon on high not loving
A poet's soul not witholding a swooning
MOON POESY © gillena cox 2016

Blog hopping today at
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
The Tuesday Platform
Kerry's open mic day

Monday, October 24, 2016


[image from google dot com]

Tell me Monday
Are you beginning
Are you playing second fiddle
Do you even care

Says Monday:
Like it or not here i come
With my blues
My weekend hang overs
And unfinished homework

Tardy last minute finishers
Fresh spruce starters
Here we-go-again yawners
All this, and more I am

Monday -
Of the "new" work week
Of the "new" school week
Sunday's rest is over!
BRAND NEW © gillena cox 2016

You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #80, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites ❧✿❧ BRAND NEW is written in imitation of ‘Answer July’ by Emily Dickinson, if you would like to read more poems in this style click here


Sunday, October 23, 2016


[image from google dot com]

blowing in the wind
myths and fables, grins and sighs -
autumn leaves curling

Earth spews up colour, her hue and ray, mocking the sunshine come what may, many are leaving so much to say, change is a coming a cold white day. Carve you sins to suits of grey, shelter whims in stacks of hay, reaper hands a harvest brings to weigh, colour appetites to supplications essay.
SOUND OF THE WIND © gillena cox 2016

Written for
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Kerry Says ~ It's Blowing in the Wind
the challenge from Kerry: to select a line or lines from the work of Bob Dylan - 'Blowing In The Wind', and use it as the spring-board for a poem. The words themselves do not have to be included in the body of the poem, but merely as a reference,


[my video choice for today]

Saturday, October 22, 2016


[image courtesy Prompt Nights]

Her broom she sweeps, a careless witch,
While others of her sisters swoop, across
Moons many, and a thousand stars

Her spells she forgets, her incantations,
Get warped, because she refuses to practice;
A lazy witch, all the fun will miss

Come the night of pumpkin grins,
Eerie ghostly shadowing, and
Ghastly howling wicked winds

Tis Halloween, she sweeps her tears
In languid strokes, next year for sure,
Her broom she vows, is going for a ride.

shadowy moon -
tree silhouettes quiver dans
an eerie whisper


Written for Sanaa's prompt

A Million Years Howl When Voices Whisper Among The Trees – Halloween Special [33]


[my video choice today - Peril]

Wednesday, October 19, 2016


[image from google dot com]

her cellphone is ringing
teen missy wearing school uniform
not unusual, she is sitting
in a taxi, in this age of inform

she answers ...yeah but
to a sharp unheard barrage
...yeah but
to more of the umbrage
...yeah but

she sucks her teeth - cheups
now she is pouting, no one snoops

unknown characters
awaiting dreamer's name games ...
cloud-clump morning sky

CHEUPS © gillena cox 2016

Here in the T&T when we say cheups - we are referring, to or making, a sucking noise made with the tongue pressed against the teeth used to express annoyance, frustration, or contempt.

written for

mid week motif Conversation

Monday, October 17, 2016

Monday WRites 79

[supermoon wall paper from google dot com]

silent in her awesome grandeur, supermoon
she holds my attention with such ease
i join her in signing an unspoken tune
and watch as she charms night shadows
for here she is again in grandeur, supermoon
bold enough, she shames the night globes
turned on to showings of short-lived swoon
for moon is chameleon, and mistress of shaping
cloud, sky, and human wandering strewn
she who courts the sky and tides of oceans too
wide girth this night in awesome grandeur, supermoon
SUPERMOON © gillena cox 2016

When the Earth, sun and moon line up during the ‘perigee’ side of the lunar orbit, we get a ‘perigee moon’ or supermoon...Perigee full moons can appear up to 14 percent bigger and 30 brighter than apogee full moons, and often create the optical illusion of a ‘low-hanging’ moon.

Apogee and perigee refer to the distance from the Earth to the moon.

You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #79, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites


Linking to

Prompt Nights
Darkness exists so that we may see the Light shine – DIWALI SPECIAL – [32]

[my video of choice today]

Saturday, October 15, 2016


[ hearts wallpaper from goole dot com]

There there, i see you, afro-haloed;
it is the month of October,
i garland your neck with
imaginary kisses, futuristic whimsies;
later though, we do kiss.

There there, i see a sky, chock full of clouds,
In the afternoon traffic,
Ah! i say to our boy (though a man now),
The angels, surely are rejoicing,

swaddled new baby -
the flashing of cell phone clicks
and granma kisses

SWEET SWEET OCTOBER © gillena cox 2016

Process Note
Traditional haibun are written in the present tense, even when the content is about happenings in the past.

blog hopping today at
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
October in the Chair
Magaly asks us to turn October into a poem