A happy mixup - pelau,
True true trini food,
Just like our trini people,
This and That and The Other,
But really, a browned rice cookup,
With pigeon peas and meat.
© gillena cox 2026
Tuesday, March 24, 2026
Monday, March 23, 2026
1384
[image from google]
Dawn holds mystery of silence,
Based on what is known,
What is remembered,
What has not so long ago passed,
The sunset which slipped behind the horizon,
The silver linings to host,
A day moon before,
The raucous, of birdsong,
And my pen writing.
© gillena cox 2026
Thursday, March 19, 2026
1383
[image from google]
Good poets of dVerse
I salute you every one
Let's raise a glass
Let's make a toast
Enjoying words and phrases
Never tiring of clauses
Always willing to read
Come my fellow poets
Open your notebooks
Xanthic or weather worn
© gillena cox 2026
Wednesday, March 18, 2026
1382
Leprechaun In The LawnMay you always be blessed
And never ever be cursed
May your shoes fit snugly
So you never trip or fall silly
May you drink your beer
Be you far or near
May you dance on a shamrock lawn
But never upset a leprechaun
© gillena cox 2026
Monday, March 16, 2026
1381
[ Kay Sage, I Saw Three Cities, 1944 from google]
Eternal Day
Sun and moon destined to shine, in azure or obsidian skies. They know their times and stations. Whether super, full, or black, eclipse or otherwise. Tides and moods stringed to their events helplessly flow in following.
What of wars are they chimed in here too. Is war always inevitable? Must they always be at their appointed times. And what of peace, why can't we all, everyone, enjoy peace simultaneously.
It all belies, our existence; we wait, and are still denied. Or maybe, it is like day and night? Hours of light and hours of darkness? In one whole and eternal day.
© gillena cox 2026
Challenge: to use in a prose
“It all belies
Our existence; we wait, and are still denied.”
From
“Winter-Lull” by D.H. Lawrence
https://poets.org/poem/winter-lull
Thursday, March 12, 2026
1380
[image courtedy dVerse Poets Pub]
Chip chip Reward
These wet rocks,
where the tide has been,
Barnacled white and weeded,
Brown sandals gingerly,
Wend their way across as if,
Asking questions of ocean stir,
Still clinging to soles and stone,
Some days a catch of shells,
Settle in between crevasses,
Waiting willingly to flavor a pot,
So they come searching with,
Buckets and pails for the reward.
© gillena cox 2026
Note: Chip chip" refers primarily to small Donax coquina clams found on the east coast beaches of Trinidad, particularly in Mayaro. They are a popular local seafood delicacy, often boiled, cleaned to remove sand, and prepared in curries or as "chip chip accra"[from google]
LISTEN
Challenge: to take inspiration from the opening line from Edna St Vincent Millay’s poem “Low tide.”
These wet rocks where the tide has been, barnacled white and weeded brown. In writing a new poem.
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Wednesday, March 11, 2026
1379
[image from google]
Poui Alert
Alive! The Queens Park Savannah
March is here do you hear
The breezes through poui
Trees dress themselves so
You and i will stare in gasps
Oh how pretty the pink is
But the yellow is gorgeous
Too, still the whites are showy
Enough to arrest our stares
Easter is near, or else
Why the fuss from trees at
The perimeter of The Savannah
© gillena cox 2026
Challenge: to incorporate a landscape or cityscape into your poetry that either mirrors or amplifies your interior landscape (or lack thereof). Be sure to use the examples above to guide you as to what I mean by “embodying a landscape.” Is there a place that’s special to you, that moves you, that has become a part of you? Perhaps you have a memory of encountering a landscape that has changed you or enlightened you? What particulars of this landscape have inspired, comforted, encouraged, strengthened you, or done just the opposite? Put it all in a poem, and take us there.
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