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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

Blog Hopping Today With
 Prosery: Of Jaguars and the Night

Challenge to use the line--“I am the creature who smells your darkest thoughts”
From “Jaguar Song.” by Arthue Sze

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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

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 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)

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 Open Link Night #411

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[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?

© gillena cox 2026

Blog Hopping Today With
 “My God, It’s Full of Stars”

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[image composed at Picsart]

Green Face Man

Succesfully as a belt for whooping,

Was 'de green face man' 

Parent-wielding myth,

All about the town at night,

Was he a supposedly frightful sight,

A calypsonian sang:

"De greenface man is all about

De devil in de town so hush you mouth."

© gillena cox 2026

Blog Hopping Today With

Quadrille #250 - Mything Poems

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[AI generated image using Bing]

 Who knows the mind of a melon, sweet or mild or tart? When the storm has spent its fury and the earthquake stops to stare at man's humiliation. When bombs drop no more,  when chatter is not the noise of teeth in a winter's spell. And angels wings fold like a bud unfurled. 

dewdrops on a leaf 

in dawn's silence; earlier

is when it happens

© gillena cox 2026

Blog Hopping Today With

  

Haibun Monday 4-27-26: Silence

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[AI generated image]

 A Play of Lights - Rengay between Gillena Cox & David (ben Alexander) Bogomolny 

with my eyes i trace 

a pattern of stars at dawn -

praise for a new day/gc

tears blur one small boy’s efforts

to outline big sheriff’s badge/db

a yellow alert -

the way colours shape our

weather and warnings/gc

night rains streak the glass -

she runs the red turns too quick

on slick, empty road/db

office noises left behind

returning to home alone/gc

an owl keeps steady

while headlights veer and scatter 

through the storm-soaked dark/db

Collaboration Note: The Rengay is a short form created by Gary Gay

 'A Play of Lights' is a Rengay between Gillena Cox - St James, Trinidad & David (ben Alexander) Bogomolny  - Jerusalem, Israel.

Start date: September 15th 2025

End  date: September 17th 2025

Written: via email

BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH 

   OpenLinkNight #392  

 

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Here in Trinidad and Tobago🇹🇹 we celebrate 100 days of Christmas starting 23rd Sepember to 25th December; hosted by Sweet 101.1 FM Radio, where our local Christmas music is featured

ENJOY THE MUSIC

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[AI generated image]

We Went To See Them Dance

 They have silenced us, 

With their craft of excellence,

These dancers,

Bending, stretching, cavorting.

They have silenced us,

With the years of discipline,

They have endured,

To get to tonight.

They have silenced us,

Yes, the audience is in hush,

Not even my cough,

Dares to sound out.

They have silenced us,

And we are still stilled,

When an applause blooms,

But not from us, the audience.

Then a tiny voice ask,

"Who's clapping?"

"I dont see anyone clapping"

"Sound effects", 

The other tiny voice whispers. 

© gillena cox 2025

BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH 

  Poetics: It’s Noisy in Here! 

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 Next sunrise, there he was

Bending through the morning wafts

Of breezes scullying through

Fronds of banana and papaya

Plants stationed to his garden

Over seconds he would speak

We meet again like new clouds

Mapping an unburdened sky

No coincidence of mine more like

A universe hurl of broken planets

Then suddenly like a mountain sweet

As petrichor after the rain

He says in the most tender way

Let's be friends

I felt like a rocket launched

© gillena cox 2025

BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH 

Meeting the Bar: Lens of Synesthesia 

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Chicken, having not met a giant before

was in awe

She didn't understand what was standing before her

A holy fear welled up inside her

Look at his size

Look at his socks

Look at his horns

No no no

He is not to be trusted

Not a feather on his body only fur

He is not to be trusted

Here she was feeling broken

Here was chicken all alone

Having been left behind

By those who should have cared

Here was chicken unarmed

In the face of a giant

Not a rifle 

Not a stick

Not a dagger

Chicken was left to her inner source

Her faith

Her hope

Her tears

She quickly realized

She had to survive in the face of this giant

She honed into her inner source

And there she found ways

And survive she did

 © gillena cox 2025

BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH 

Poetics: Building from the Broken

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 This Apple

Honestly, if i eat this apple,

My love will appear right here,

In front of me;

Like syrup of maple,

Our kisses can span the rigors of time,

Like clouds under azure sky

Like ripples over ocean skin

Live Anthony and Cleopatra

Honestly! Honestly!

© gillena cox 2025

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Quadrille #226 – Honestly!  

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Heat Tableau

Why is it today?

my entire  soul,

being a-ruffle,

as the rain leaves us,

to scorch and to burn.

victim of climate 

changing its wary

ways; hotter than hot,

rainier than wet

days, of yesteryears.

the noisy fan whirrs,

i scribe words to soothe

my new discomfort,

of climate days changed,

and yet still changing,

oh what a challenge.

© gillena cox 2024

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MTB: A Tableau for Sam Hamill

Tableau : 6 lined verses of 5 beats

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 Quadrille Summersault

The circus is coming  

She will be going

What better event to enjoy

Now school vacation is here 

Tickets already bought 

Expectations riding high 

Therre'll be lions and tigers 

And rings of fire

The clowns will certainly 

Do their summersaults 

The circus is coming 

© gillena cox 2024

BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH

Quadrille #204 – Summertime, and the Poeming is Easy

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A Happy and safe July to all 

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