Wednesday, March 18, 2026

1382

 

Leprechaun In The Lawn

May 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


BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH 
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

NoteChip 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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Monday, March 9, 2026

1378

At Dawn

 Birdsongs at dawn

That time when i yawn


A sliver of light seeps in

My eyes seek to invite


Ah the wind so mild in sway

Banana fronds in shadow play 


Magical the hours of newness 

Erasing all my sleepiness 


Ah birdsongs at dawn

© gillena cox 2026



Using the prompt word - bird
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Thursday, March 5, 2026

1377

 Oh the dusty windy days

Sneezes and coughs in assails


Indoor stays become again

The best choice of aging


Wait till later the night brings

A calming song of baslm


Then feet may dance

And wine to announce


The poet's ardous soul

Which only the moon soup


The gadabout's pervade

The gadabout's prevail

© gillena cox 2026



BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH 
Challenge:
  • Write at least 12 lines of poetry in couplets
  • separate the poem into couplets of 2 line stanzas
  • the couplets must rhyme but only using half or para rhymes 



Tuesday, March 3, 2026

1376

 As sure as sunshine after rain

Trek when sunny the day 

Being close to trees again

Moss on age old stone

Birdsongs as sunshine after rain

Tired legs tired back

Stopping starting up again

Backpacks heavy to shoulders

Cicadas their shrill refrain

Atmosphere eerie forest green

Continue as sunshine after rain

© gillena cox 2026



BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH 
Challenge: to write a poem using only phrases