a rattle of beads
the gypsy woman eyes closed
will now scry to them
❧✿❧
at the creek a web
no spider has spun awaits
the careless trekker
the helpless cry of
of an animal ensnared
sends a chill through out
then the drumbeat of
the natives sound in union
with swaying of leaves
for there is no sin
when hunger of a village
recedes in a feast
they plaster small huts
with the rich mud they know so well
for threadbare dwelling
© gillena cox
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51 comments:
Nice Sunday Whirl.
thanks Magyar
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Wonderful write Gillena :D
Happy Sunday :D
Lots of love,
Sanaa
A splendid read for a fine day. Greetings!
Thanks for dropping in and linking up Sanaa
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Happy you dropped in Blogoratti
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Indeed.. The catch for the poor is a feast, not just the gathering but true joy,
A very thought-provoking set.
I like the complexity of this sequence. I found different connections over several readings. Well done.
Thanks for your appreciation Bjorn
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Happy you dropped in Mary
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Thanks for your appreciation Diane
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What an enchanting piece... you really carried us into that vision...
a great set with an amazing variety of images..
the helpless cry of
of an animal ensnared
sends a chill through out
One can see this in the unfairness meted out on poor nations by those powerful and greedy! It sends a chill of despair and helplessness! Well penned Gillena!
Hank
The first one really made me smile, Gillena - it is so vivid and i can hear the sounds of beads while reading this.
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Thank you for your appreciation Hank
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Thank you for your appreciation Totomai
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What an interesting tale you wove with the words.
Such an evocative set of haiku.
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Thanks Kerry
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How easy it was to picture this scene from the way you used the words Gillena. Well done.
Beautiful words depicting a true hunt...one done for survival and not sport.
Many wonderful layers in this sequence. Scenes are beautifully sketched - evocative and thoughtful.
Beautiful and evocative; I like it very much indeed.
Great story!
I enjoyed the stroll in the forest!
Thanks for your appreciation Robin
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Thanks forvyour appreciation Wendy
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Thanks JC
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I am rendered speechless, by this...it's beautiful, it's so, so sad, it's everything and nothing and most of all it is all Divine, thank you Gillena x
Lovely write!!
Here is my poem:
stinging the sin
A lovely poem, I like the format separating the first as the rest are a vision.
Thank you for your appreciation Lorraine
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Thanks for dropping on and leaving your link. I will visit Gautami
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Thanks for your appreciation GL
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I recently read a book set in the Amazon jungle. Your sequence made me think of the native tribes depicted in the book and their harsh lives. Well done.
Adelaide
A great use of the words ... such lovely haiku. Bravo. Bastet.
I like that you describe the mud as "rich mud". In parts of Africa, the mud is this vibrant reddish color and there is no better way to describe it than 'rich.'
..............loved reading every stanza.....!! Fantastic!
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Happy you dropped by Panchali
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Hi Gillena, i thought your poem was culturally unique. it makes me think of cultures and the environment. very interesting.
thanks for dropping in James
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