Thursday, September 15, 2016

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[image - cloud queen, from google dot com]

OF LADY DEATH - HER SONNET
She is, who knows the notes of feelings,
The crescendo of rising into an ether,
That wondrous lilthing defrocking,
Soaring into chorus of Allelulias above

She is, who knows the scent of joyous,
Colour of nebulos, and taste of arise
That flight sensous, sonorous magical
Redirecting into curtesy of applause

She is who knows the mystery of victory
The emblems of infinity in counted curves
That first step into belonging, becoming
Vanishing into distance of textured clouds

Lady death a visionary, a shadow of thoughts
To a book already written in a scribe's hand.
OF LADY DEATH - HER SONNET © gillena cox 2016


Blog hopping at
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Written for Susie's prompt Bits Of Inspiration ~ If Death Were A Woman

Susie shared with us this excerpt from
If Death Were A Woman by Ellen Kort
I'd want her to come for me
smelling of cinnamon  wearing
bright cotton purple maybe  hot
pink a red bandana in her hair
She'd bring good coffee papaya juice
bouquet of sea grass  saltine crackers
and a lottery ticket  We'd dip
our fingers into moist pouches
of lady's slippers crouch down to see
how cabbages feel when wind bumps
against them in the garden


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[my video of choice today]

14 comments:

  1. Well Gillena, it wouldn't be all bad, would it. I tell people that I've done everything I need to do, most things I've wanted to do, so I'd be ready to die any time. I like all three of your verses, probably the mystery of victory the most. The second line, "The emblems of infinity in counted curves", appeals to the engineer in me. Were you ever a math teacher?
    Kort's poem was on a light vein, so was "If Die Youn." I Googled their words, very light indeed. I never did understand all of words when sung.
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    1. Thanks for dropping in Jim. No I was never a teacher of any kind, least of all math.
      Happy you enjoyed the video so much

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  2. Love, love...so much love, Gillena. The Lady of Shallot has long been a favorite of mine, ever since I watched Anne Shirley floating down the river reciting it. :-) A romantic's vision of death, to be sure. Your sonnet of her is perfection - from the feelings that crescendo to the rising chorus of Alleluias to the applause - it made my heart soar. What a lovely vision at its end, too -- vanishing in a distance of clouds, Tennyson's book in hand...Thankful to have read this today! :-)

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    1. Thanks for dropping in Stacie. I wrote the poem then, searched for what I thought was an appropriate complementary video.
      Glad you like the team up

      Much love...

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  3. I love the way you have described her. Such clear images for the mind's eye.

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Kerry

      Much love...

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  4. Love the ending - perfect way to close your lovely sonnet

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  5. thanks for your appreciation Candy

    much love...

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  6. There was so much to live for, the woman in her. One often laments of what could have been!

    Hank

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Hank

      Much love...

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  7. I think this is a death I could fall in love with

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Bjorn

      much love...

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  8. A hallelujah for death..."the taste of arise" I love that. This is beautifully uplifting for a journey we all will take. Thanks so much for taking part in the challenge.

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Susie

      much love...

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