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Friday, July 15, 2016

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['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:

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

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  2. 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

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  3. Thanks for dropping in Mama Zen

    much love...

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  4. Happy you dropped in Sanaa

    much love...

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  5. The first is sublime.
    Anna :o]

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    1. Thanks for dropping in Anna

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  6. Love the first three lines.

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  7. Ellecee4:46 PM

    "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,,,,

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

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

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  10. Thank you by Björn

    much love...

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  11. Ellecee, thank you for your appreciation

    much love...

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  12. Happy you dropped in Jim

    much love...

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  13. Thanks for your apreciation Gina

    much love...

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  14. 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.

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Robin

      Much love...

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  15. the first stanza hits hard...

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Sumana

      Much love...

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

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Jae

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

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Kerry

      Much love...

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    1. Happy you dropped in Bekkie

      Much love...

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  19. Anonymous11:57 AM

    Haunting work!

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

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    1. Happy you dropped in Magaly

      Much love...

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  21. dream of flying
    the descent
    into dawn

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    1. Oh nice, thanks for sharing Bill

      Much love...

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  22. 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

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Hank

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

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  24. 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.

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