Sunday, July 19, 2020

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[IMAGE: brush and ink on white paper i added a filter in Picmonkey to get that sepia tone]

today's despair-
my dreams hang in windchimes
without a breeze
© gillena cox 2020


Lord, you are kind and forgiving, rich in faithful love for all who call upon you
Psalm 86:5


What's there to smile about today? A God who is love itself

SUNDAY SMILES



Today is #81 of the series SUMI-E SUNDAYS.
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Blog hopping today with

Poets and Storytellers United
Writers’ Pantry #29: Never Lose that Sense of Hope
Magaly is our hostess today


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REVISIT
Sunday Standard 81
Sunday Savvy 81
Sunday Lime 81

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38 comments:

Old Egg said...

Sshh! I think I hear the breeze getting up Gillena, so you can relax again.

Ron. Lavalette said...

Windchimes - my only jukebox, these days - remain (sadly) unplugged these days. I had to re-hang them yesterday, but...still no breezetunes.

Namratha said...

Sending some breeze your way..

Gillena Cox said...

😊thanks for dropping by Robin

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Gillena Cox said...

Yeah, i understand. Happy you dropped by Ron

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Gillena Cox said...

OMG😊happy you dropped by Namratha

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Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Just beautiful, Gillena. You excel yourself!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

PS I mean the artwork as well as the words – all of it.

said...

“What's there to smile about today? A God who is love itself.”

Amen.

Adelaide said...

it is a sad time with wishes and dreams going nowhere.

stay well and safe and keep praying

Adelaide

Rommy said...

That's a perfect sum up of 2020 so far

Humblekind Poet said...

Happy Sunday, Gillena. nice poem. very upbeat and precise. God bless.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

May the breezes come to give breath to your chimes!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Well said. I can feel that lck of hope hanging in silent wind chimes.

Gillena Cox said...

Thank you for your appreciation Rosemary


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Gillena Cox said...

Happy you dropped by


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Gillena Cox said...

Glad you dropped by


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Gillena Cox said...

Aha, happ you dropped by Adelaide


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Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for your appreciation Rommy


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Gillena Cox said...

Thank you for dropping by James


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Gillena Cox said...

Thanks Maggie


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Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for ypur appreciation Sherry

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Magaly Guerrero said...

Oh, Gillena, this one made my hand reach for my heart. Such a sad imagery, dreams that go no where. May gently breezy days follow.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Sending some much needed cool breezes your way, Gillena πŸ’πŸ’

Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for ypur appreciation Magaly

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Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for dropping bh Sherry

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Jenna said...

A wonderful and vivid metaphor. The potentiality for the dreams is there, but it's just not happening.
Happy Sunday, Gillena. :)

indybev said...

Amazing how the brief words of the haiku speak volumes. Hopefully a fresh breeze will send despair on its way!

Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for your appreciation Jenna

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Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for your appreciation Bev

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Marja said...

Just beautiful

Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for dropping by Marja

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Joel (@Stranded Tree) said...

Sad but relatable words.
May a gentle breeze soon come your way to sound the chimes once again.

C. Sandlin said...

Vivid and relatable. Hoping for a breeze!

Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for dropping by Joel

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Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for dropping by Chrissa

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Susie Clevenger said...

The wind will blow soon to awaken your dreams.

Gillena Cox said...

Thanks for dropping by Susie

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