Monday, April 29, 2013

1171


Linking today to Sunday Whirl Wordle #106

Thin slices of rain, through transparent spectacles,
nothing uncommon, nothing rare, interludes a sun blast; harrowing the backs of farmers bent, Whose marrow capsules,
the genes of forefather's sweat, that sun, given to light days, will either nurture or parch the drought of split gardens. Borrow from the cumulus a hiding place of sojourn. Grubs wriggle through sodden earth, sieving a culture of dreams of becoming. That sun saw the umbrellas, blossoming a pedestrian march; and swore an oath just to shine, to be, to meander, through slivers of raindrops, sketching rainbows in puddles. My guess, your guess, of universal tomorrows etched.


who knows the name of
that bird flitting through ixoras
now yellow now red

-- gillena cox

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6 Comments:

Blogger The Write Girl said...

Sigh, what stunning verses here Gillena! You've woven each word so effortlessly.

11:33 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

rare oath sticks to me all broken promises tore my heart a little more

this can say so much you must be a visionary

3:39 AM  
Blogger Dave King said...

that sun, given to light days, will either nurture or parch the drought of split gardens.

This is the passage that captured me. Well done.

4:56 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thank you WG, humble bow; glad you stopped by

much love...

11:52 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Lorraine; glad you stopped by, hope each day bring you a storehouse of happy memories

much love...

11:54 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thank you Dave; happy you enjoyed it;

much love...

11:54 AM  

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