Wednesday, October 7, 2015

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ON LEARNING
All my tears are sieved
Returning like cornmeal
To a desert bowl
To a wasteland, where sorrows grow
Prickly sharp, in cactus folds
Awaiting, yet another crush
To pour itself, into agave cups
There to dreaded stupor, all may drink
For I am no more than this
Than ambrosia to wanton paths
Cold the winds
And hot the sands
Dualy now, the phantoms sing
For now, belly buttons
Morphed into Gods, random
In the night, will carry their whims
Ah, but I, I lift up my eyes
To an unseen command whose word
Resides in the phrases of a poem
Ripped from that space in aged sentence
Sung, in the heart's deep yearning
Learned, from the source of light so
Loving
ON LEARNING © gillena cox 2015


Written for Susan's prompt
Midweek Motif ~ Teacher, One Who Teaches


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Written for the prompt by Abhra
What is your gift at

32 comments:

  1. Such unique images: tears sieved like cornmeal, the bowl a wasteland, etc. Poems and prayers grow from such dryness and bereftness, right in the core of the Light that teaches. How marvelously you take me there!

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Susan

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  2. Sung, in the heart's deep yearning
    Learned, from the source of light so
    Loving

    Beautiful closing lines :D

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    1. Happy you dropped in to bread mine Sanaa

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  3. Yes, like Susan, I was struck by the originality of your imagery in this piece. I especially like the "desert bowl....a wasteland where sorrows grow."

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  4. The desert and the dust, a source of sorrow, but maybe also light and loving. Deserts are both at the same time I think. Great images here

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Bjorn

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  5. Ah.. yes.. a SonG above
    a DanCe below
    a poeM sonG
    moves
    dancE above..
    first is liGht
    then is dArk
    movement or
    dance and song
    or sound.. we work
    toGeTheR to inspiRe more..

    iNfiNiTy
    n0w
    daNceSinGs..:)

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    1. Thanks for visiting and sharing Kate

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  6. 129 are my fave numbers by the way :)

    Wonderful images here, Gillena. Some lessons are learned the difficulty way.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Totomai

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  7. This stunning piece is not we are accustomed to read from your pen Gillena with the desert setting and harsher images so different from the relaxed atmosphere of your island home...much like a pleading prayer with no holds barred.

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Robin

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  8. I specially admire the last 7 lines Gillena ~ The turn to I lift my eyes was well done ~

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  9. Salvation was found in your last few lines where you learn from the loving source of light. Really beautifully written, Gillena.

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  10. I too loved the imagery--unexpected--and I like that

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Audrey

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  11. This poem has such a reverent feel to it and a real sense of contrast between the dry and moist...being filled and thirst quenched.

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Hannah

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  12. I like the lifting up of the eyes to find the light, may be the desert bowl of sorrow was instrumental for seeking this light....a prayerful poem Gillena...

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  13. Your opening images are so captivating - writing can indeed bring light not only in itself but in the people who read and share certain experiences too ;)

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  14. Those last few lines are precious. Turning your eyes to the Source. In the end that's all that matters, it's what brings water to that dry land and teaches. Beautiful poem Gillena.

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Myrna

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  15. Lovely! And so unlike your usual "tiny pieces." Thank you!

    To Teach the Humble

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    1. Thank you for dropping in Maggie

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