VERSES
anyone can write; am i a poet? you decide
Thursday, September 24, 2026
1454
Tuesday, September 22, 2026
1452
Along A Winding Road
The road is narrow,
Narrow enough for the bus,
And a swirling breeze;
The view from the window
Steep and slooping,
Seems endless;
But there are fields,
Christophene fields,
The vegetable, is also called chayote;
There are streamers on some of the plants,
Would they be like scarecrows,
To discourage birds,
And secure the harvest;
No other vehicle passes us ,
Along the narrow road,
So happy for that,
Had there been another,
Our hearts would beat its fastest;
How would another vehicle fit,
Along this narrow road,
Winding its way,
Way above steep slooping fields below;
We journey on with interest and,
Brave hearts.
© gillena cox 2026
Monday, September 21, 2026
1451
Humdinger Heat
Ho hum!
This heat today is a humdinger,
Courting lethargy,
Unabashed!
Hummingbirds are hidden away
Where, i know not
But certainly not here
For the heat is a scorcher
Humbling to the brightest spirit
Bah humbug!
What a hot day
In this heatwave sequence
© gillena cox 2026
Thursday, September 17, 2026
1450
Five Ways From Home
Red ixoras garland the front gate
Azure points a silent thumb there
Without wingspan of chicken hawks
Morning progresses to noon
A hot day in paradise
Seeking vittles go east
At the main road meditate
School days, work days, and errands
Traffic streams all day long with
Polite sunshine no honking horns
A westward argument wins
More narratives of high rise
Living spaces stepping up to sky
In tiny spaces of ascensions
Where modern living is easy
A magnetic pull secures
Opposites attract
The market places
Where lettuce and tomatoes
Absorb disciplined spaces
Sunrise escapades with
Early morning bird whistles
And cloud fancies
Prophecy of actions casual
To everyday necessities
© gillena cox 2026
Tuesday, September 15, 2026
1449
How Wonderousq
Assuming sunrise is diligent,
And birdsongs causally rehearsed,
The pleasant morning scheduled,
Can never dissapoint those clouds,
Held there in maplike sequences
A jet plane and its passengers,
Held there in secured suspension,
Follows the paths of rightful sky,
Adopted for moving through air and time
Arrival in good timing,
Is foremost on the minds,
Of these temporary early sky dwellers,
High up above in the heavens,
Them above and clouds below,
How wonderous life is at times.
© gillena cox 2026
Monday, September 14, 2026
1448
Word From The Sage
Ah, but the Starpainters are taking over now, you have nothing to worry about, said the wise old sage to the group huddled together in the dark cave, for months now.
He knew by instinct, and innate sage wisdom, the time to venture out had come. It was time to face the night sky, to smile with the moon, to slumber, be refreshed, rise and enter a new day
© gillena cox 2026








