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:

Maude Lynn said...

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

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

Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for dropping in Mama Zen

much love...

Gillena Cox said...

Happy you dropped in Sanaa

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hyperCRYPTICal said...

The first is sublime.
Anna :o]

Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for dropping in Anna

Much love...

brudberg said...

Love the first three lines.

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,,,,

Jim said...

The secret life and worries of a stone bird. Well told, Gillena.
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Gina said...

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

Gillena Cox said...

Thank you by Björn

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Gillena Cox said...

Ellecee, thank you for your appreciation

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Gillena Cox said...

Happy you dropped in Jim

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Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for your apreciation Gina

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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.

Sumana Roy said...

the first stanza hits hard...

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

Kerry O'Connor said...

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

Bekkie Sanchez said...

Wow! Very nice!

Anonymous said...

Haunting work!

Magaly Guerrero said...

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

Bill said...

dream of flying
the descent
into dawn

Josslyn Rae Turner said...

Beautiful write!

Gillena Cox said...

Thank you for your appreciation Robin

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Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for your appreciation Sumana

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Gillena Cox said...

Thank you for your appreciation Jae

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Gillena Cox said...

Thank you for your appreciation Kerry

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Gillena Cox said...

Happy you dropped in Bekkie

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Gillena Cox said...

Thanks Frey

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Gillena Cox said...

Happy you dropped in Magaly

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Gillena Cox said...

Oh nice, thanks for sharing Bill

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Gillena Cox said...

Thank you Josslyn

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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

Gillena Cox said...

Thank you for your appreciation Hank

Much love...

Hannah said...

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

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.