Friday, July 15, 2016

1924


['Emily Carr, "Big Raven" (1931)' courtesy The imaginary garden]

without his sweet song
this wooded bird clings to blood
of wastelands bleeding

where love is lost deep
such heartless yearnings for stone
cringe in fresh baked bread

wild wind stares aghast
frozen in the midst of toil
unholy dramas

© gillena cox 2016


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36 Comments:

Blogger Mama Zen said...

Those first two lines really grabbed me! What an image!

1:48 PM  
Blogger Sanaa Rizvi said...

Whoaa.. such powerful images in your poem Gillena, especially caught with "where love is lost deep, such heartless yearnings for stone, cringe in fresh baked bread." Beautifully expressed.
Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support.

Lots of love,
Sanaa

1:57 PM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for dropping in Mama Zen

much love...

2:00 PM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Happy you dropped in Sanaa

much love...

2:01 PM  
Blogger hyperCRYPTICal said...

The first is sublime.
Anna :o]

2:30 PM  
Blogger gillena cox said...

Thanks for dropping in Anna

Much love...

3:19 PM  
Blogger brudberg said...

Love the first three lines.

3:35 PM  
Anonymous Ellecee said...

"unholy dramas", yes there are many of those still, since 1924,,and many a hope "frozen in the midst of toil",,,well said and thought provoking,both politically and emotionally, for me anyway,,,,

4:46 PM  
Blogger Jim said...

The secret life and worries of a stone bird. Well told, Gillena.
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6:55 PM  
Blogger Gina said...

Such a powerfully evocative image that echoes your words. The sentinel watching helplessly. XXX

2:39 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thank you by Björn

much love...

3:12 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Ellecee, thank you for your appreciation

much love...

3:13 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Happy you dropped in Jim

much love...

3:13 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for your apreciation Gina

much love...

3:14 AM  
Blogger Old Egg said...

Things are bad when the "wild wind stares aghast" normally is just flees away. What a dramatic piece of poetry from you Gillena most suited the recent carnage in Nice.

5:53 AM  
Blogger Sumana Roy said...

the first stanza hits hard...

6:55 AM  
Blogger Jae Rose said...

A wooded bird clinging to blood is very powerful - and yet i still feel the force with which it can sing..and prevail

7:39 AM  
Blogger Kerry O'Connor said...

Each tercet offers a complete and extraordinary image. This has so much depth - very thought-provoking piece.

9:59 AM  
Blogger Bekkie Sanchez said...

Wow! Very nice!

11:15 AM  
OpenID freyawrites.com said...

Haunting work!

11:57 AM  
Blogger Magaly Guerrero said...

Eerie tone... A trio that speaks of the current turmoil sweeping the world.

2:18 PM  
Blogger Bill said...

dream of flying
the descent
into dawn

2:32 PM  
Blogger Josslyn Rae Turner said...

Beautiful write!

2:44 PM  
Blogger gillena cox said...

Thank you for your appreciation Robin

Much love...

5:32 PM  
Blogger gillena cox said...

Thanks for your appreciation Sumana

Much love...

5:32 PM  
Blogger gillena cox said...

Thank you for your appreciation Jae

Much love...

5:33 PM  
Blogger gillena cox said...

Thank you for your appreciation Kerry

Much love...

5:36 PM  
Blogger gillena cox said...

Happy you dropped in Bekkie

Much love...

5:36 PM  
Blogger gillena cox said...

Thanks Frey

Much love...

5:37 PM  
Blogger gillena cox said...

Happy you dropped in Magaly

Much love...

5:37 PM  
Blogger gillena cox said...

Oh nice, thanks for sharing Bill

Much love...

5:38 PM  
Blogger gillena cox said...

Thank you Josslyn

Much love...

5:38 PM  
Blogger kaykuala said...

this wooded bird clings to blood
of wastelands bleeding

Deprived of its ability and desire to do good it can cause carnage and sufferings indiscriminately to others around. Very much so Gillena!

Hank

6:47 PM  
Blogger gillena cox said...

Thank you for your appreciation Hank

Much love...

4:38 AM  
Blogger Hannah said...

The contrast of the hardness in stone and the softness in bread captured me...well done on this depiction, Gillena.

7:00 PM  
Blogger Rommy said...

There's a contrast in warmth as well as hardness/softness. I was thinking about the hospitality of warm bread, and the coldness of stone.

8:49 PM  

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