VERSES
anyone can write; am i a poet? you decide
Friday, April 10, 2026
Tuesday, April 7, 2026
1390
On Living
Live today, for it has already been accepted
Or you wouldn't be here
I hear birds singing from a cloudless sky
Live with love, or you wouldn't be happy, trust me
Love, keeps questioning, who are you, i hear love, but, i don' respond
Live with wisdom, it is already inside of you
We are divinely made, we cry, we smile, we eat
Live with vigour, as you have the strenght to do.
In my old age i have become lazy, two stretches maybe, per day
Live in gratefulness, for life is a gift
A prayer a day, keeps God in sight, really.
© gillena cox 2026
Monday, April 6, 2026
1389
White Bones - A Quadrille
White bones picked clean,
Phantoms of the night bring,
Scattering the front path,
No rattling of the front gate,
No sound of rustling wind,
Just silent reward of night,
If i sweep them all away,
There's more the next day.
White bones, picked clean.
© gillena cox 2026
ENJOY THE MUSIC
Tuesday, March 31, 2026
1388
A False Interlude
Blank pages stare with eyes bright,
All sure words circling around,
None fall to clause or fright;
Arriving right on time, daylight.
Again silvery sunrise draws to
Azure; here is another gift, day;
But the storms offer dryness new,
To season of wetness just may,
Erase all phases as if phrases,
Need doing or telling; what
Scribes should to sunset raise;
Wait for petite careme, that
Can surprise a fertile curve;
When sunny rays dry out,
What is unpredictable like,
A haven of verbs in swerve.
The blank page transgresses,
Print, words, phrases no wrong
Thoughts arriving; sure tresses
Like daylight did with birdsong.
© gillena cox 2026
Note: The Petit CarĂªme (or "little Lent") is a short, 2-3 week dry spell that occurs during the rainy season in Trinidad and Tobago, typically between mid-September and mid-October. It acts as a break from heavy rainfall, bringing sunny, warm weather reminiscent of an Indian Summer [info at google]
Monday, March 30, 2026
1387
Thursday, March 26, 2026
1386
Tangled in vines of thought
A yearning for season change
Buds on iron railings wrought
Cannot surffice her longing
For it is her garden of thought
Where future days are cropped
Already set to days that ought
Rejuvenate her fertile mindset
She's anxious to blossom sort
That trees may dress up oh so
Remorse loosens in vibes of thought
Tuesday, March 24, 2026
1385
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.








