Wednesday, July 8, 2015

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Today's post features something old and something
new all concerns of Night; starting with a revisit of
2012 fireworks haiga at Lunch Break



NIGHT
its an August night, which ends the celebration
of a day of note, to self governing feats;
with the colours of the rainbow, spitting fire
across the the dragon lakes, of shadowed clouds,
its spectacle: red, orange, blue, iridescent;
stars, far and wide, in between the loud
booms, of remembered warfare, of who owns me
now? who owned me then? therefore who owns what?
a people, a nation, twin islands under a moon;
yet wisdom of birds rest their chirps in roost,
and night squarkers are hidden somewhere,
where no one hears a feather rustle;
but tree shadows observe the pointing
fingers, the breath of awe, of innocence,
of children in achievement, and continuance
this response termed identity.
© gillena cox 2015


Written in response to the prompt today
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Night




32 comments:

  1. The night of celebration brings so much joy to the heart :D
    Beautifully executed!

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  2. Ah, the question of who owns what is indeed a deep one!

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  3. I love the dragon lakes, the shadowed clouds.....and the "breath of awe, of innocence".

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  4. "in between the loud
    booms, of remembered warfare, of who owns me
    now? who owned me then? therefore who owns what?
    a people, a nation, twin islands under a moon;"

    Always for me this lurks in the innocence--though as an American with a national anthem of "bombs bursting in air" I often forget that we were a colony and wonder where we are exploding now. I've stopped going to fireworks, not even to enjoy the innocence of others! Splendid poem.

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  5. this is a beauty Gillena and takes me to our Diwali nights...and love your questions.... very intense...

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  6. Life indeed goes on..just as day turns into night and night turns into day

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  7. Gillena, I loved your poem. The last four l,ines are very profound.

    Qillena, i have noinated you for the prestigious Versatile Bloggers' Award. Kindlly check my post,Versatile award 2 at eccentricgrandmum.blogspot. dated 6th July 2015

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  8. sorry typing error. Post dated 9th July'

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  9. Yes, no magic of fireworks without the night.

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  10. Ohh.. i love the phrase "breath of awe, of innocence"..And
    "shadowed clouds,
    its spectacle: red, orange, blue, iridescent;
    stars, far and wide, in between the loud
    booms, of remembered warfare, of who owns me
    now? who owned me then? therefore who owns what?" Incredible ..this poem is stunning. It lives and breathes, and has found a home within my heart. :)

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  11. celebration, life, innocence, such powerful images and great creative expression.

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  12. Gillena,

    A hush was apparent especially as, birds did not rustle a feather when roosting...You set a great scene in the night sky..
    Eileen

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  13. The parallels between the fireworks and the warfare are really thought provoking here. Thank you!

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  14. Oh I love the thought of a dark night with fireworks.. there is something so magic in those celebrations.

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  15. Philosophy and fireworks make good poetry.

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  16. Wonderful poem that delves beyond the bright lights and the superficial joy of a night of "celebration". All countries that have a colonial past must deal with serious issues relating to identity and the meanings of "indigenous", "traditional owners" and "nationality"...

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