Is showering light from the sky
Whether rain beats down on the roof
Or birds dare to sing early and sweet
I once met a donkey with ears
Large enough to hear
But stubborn enough not to respond
© gillena cox 2026
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Monday, July 27, 2026
Thursday, July 23, 2026
1427
[The Troubadour by Honore Daumier, courtesy dVerse Poets Pub]
Althought shines the moon so bright
And night its questions held so tight
What matters most to each born star
Is how the gazers seem so near
When from its shimmer oceans speak
In dark stages to applause
How goes the muster of this mood
So somber and resilient
Two hearts in synchronicity
Watch for the favour of night
The twinkle of stars, beats of hearts
And naturally glowing sparks
© gillena cox 2026
Tuesday, July 21, 2026
1426
[Rupert Brooke: War Poet courtesy dVerse Poets Pub]
Without Fantasies,
These i have loved:
The quiet dark anticipating dawn,
Unfolding in layers of whistles and songs of sky birds,
Dare of the tropical mockingbird that skips across my wall,
The shadows of banana leaves in upcoming light,
Without the fantasies,
They are just banana fronds dancing with the wind,
Radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers;
And flowers themselves, that sway through sunny hours,
Dreaming of moths that drink them under the moon
The stark white of plumerias against this background of clearing new day,
The coolness envelops my backyard,
Where a chair lay tumbled,
Maybe from a sprinting cat or maybe a strong gust,
Ah! day breaks:
The cloud palette is yellow, misty yellow.
All these have been my loves.
© gillena cox 2026
Note: The bold lines are from the second stanza of ‘The Great Lover’ by Rupert Brooke
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--read lines from the second stanza of ‘The Great Lover’ and then springboard off one or more to write a list poem that begins with ‘These I have loved’, details things that the speaker of the poem has loved and ends with ‘All these have been my loves’.
Monday, July 20, 2026
1425
[AI generated dragon; edited at Picsart]
Until another taught trends its way in, i leave this dream to awaken to sunlight: soft in the morning haze and torrid as hell at noontime.
When the darkness returns stark as the surety of orbiting planets, i sense you, i know you, creature of shadows. For i am the creature who smells your darkest thoughts. Knowing whether you be phantom of ghost.
Nurturing a young moon has its challenges, should she be bright as a carnival shimmer, or curved as a hosay crescent. There are questions to be pondered, you know.
© gillena cox 2026
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Prosery: Of Jaguars and the Night
Prosery: Of Jaguars and the Night
NOTE
To answer questions posed in comments i had edited this post to add noted and hyperlinks
Hosay is a solemn festival about 2 martyrs. observed by the muslims in T&T. The festival exyends to the streets with art and music. Both muslims and non muslims look forward to the street art the drumming and food with family and friends. Moon sightings deceide the dates for the festival
Thursday, July 16, 2026
1424
Tower darkening on.
And now from heaven’s height,
Night showering upon,
The sleepy village site.
To what questions.
The closed window shutters,
Tight and safe from,
The torrents.
The moon's hidden play.
A game of bright here,
And gone to coy behind,
A shadow of cloudy sphere.
Is the night her playground.
To hide and seek the poetry,
Of a writer's craft,
Or his fantasy.
© gillena cox 2026
The line "Tower darkening on. And now from heaven’s height," - is from A Thunderstorm by Archibald Lampman (1861-1899)
Tuesday, July 14, 2026
1423
[AI generated]
Night accompanies with a slice of solace
A cup of charcoal sky simmers with a chameleon moon
How i luv your spooky accusations
Ghosts, goblins headless horsemen
Wandering through the heads of poets and dreamers
Night trails on the hem of my skirt
The lullabys of a doting mother
The bedtime stories children crave
Night carries it own agenda of wants and wishes
That nusiance no one appreciates is night
When the night is too long for a herd of cattle or sheep
Counted in infinite anguish
Night is the tortorous slave master
Admonishing his serfs to the toil of numbering
Oh night who has conceived thee
To darkness and the gesture of an afterthought of stars?
Monday, July 13, 2026
1422
[ image from Pinterest]
Puff Of Dust
A sun shinning,
as bright as a yolk
And honey
sweet of the comb drips
Into this day walking
the Farmer Gray
Such was the temper
of this particular path
Suddenly rising
a puff of dust
Result of the tractor's
rumbling wheels
chug chugging.
© gillena cox 2026
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