Monday, September 19, 2016

Monday WRites 75


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SEPTEMBER MUSINGS
Through bars of engine roars, a tiny chirp;
The early breath of day, slowly haled within usurp;
Even more than a physical hunger have we,
Poets to sate the inner gnawings become thee;
Silent watchful ones in searching introspection,
Like flowers innately beautiful from creation;
A song sings of the dawn, to a sleep muted cloud;
Resonating in spurts of motor vehicles loud;
Autumn winds of the warm Atlantic storm,
As the season deepens becomes the norm;
The turbulent swing of terrorism too, remember;
As the flames of candle light outlive the ember;
Healing willed in life cycles, the loss and the pain;
Respect for life in peace to gain
Morning dew crafts a jewel on the leaf of life,
Promised to an end of strife;
Tease for an appetite of life anew;
But din of callous disrespects eschew,
A kind of man, a species he,
Determined not to live in harmony;
For to love, is to yield power unto another;
From a field vast and wide an in coming zephyr,
Tosses and tumbles from a soundless bundle,
Of experiences drafted like a Milky Way trundle,
Willed to the spirit of motion without rhythm;
Life without love, without yielding, without a lesser;
Without colour, without a poem, without a flower;
Motion, movement, sway, wind, debris
A musical score; engine roar and chirpy chirpy.
SEPTEMBER MUSINGS © gillena cox 2016



You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #75, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites ❧✿❧ Today i'm sharing an old poem This is a 2009 write. Those days i was not writing in response to prompts. I was at that time, just sitting down to write as my muse dictated. September Musings was first shared at PoemHunter dot com



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19 comments:

  1. For to love, is to yield power unto another;
    From a field vast and wide an in coming zephyr

    Beautiful lines, Gillena 💖💖

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Sanaa

      much love...

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  2. I was about to quote the same line quoted by Sanaa. Such a powerful line... It reminds me of how careful we must be with our affections, with our heart and strength... for once we give them to another, who knows what they might do with it...

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  3. How could I not love a poem of such musical proportions? I often dream and write to the strings of the orchestra, the roar of the score still beside me....perhaps I am that chirpy chirpy bird singing within its lines -- Thanks Gillena, this is magical. :-)

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      much love...

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  4. A kind of man, a species he,
    Determined not to live in harmony;
    For to love, is to yield power unto another...
    This is so true, gillena, but we hope for redemption, don't we, and brotherly love?

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      much love...

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  5. I love the contrasts you paint here, and I do hope the beauty of color can cover and quench the soot of such horrors as the hatred of men.

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  6. Nice, Gillena ~~ A hodge podge of life's loves, sorrows, and tribulations and gratifications that you painted here. In the vernacular of a motorman or motorcyclist. BTW, we worked on our race car so that the exhausts were almost musical.
    ..

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    1. Nice to her of your musical exhaust, Jim and thank you for dropping with another of your interesting happenings

      much love...

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  7. I loved how you made this into a poem of rhyming couplets - something I never have the time/talent to do. Best wishes Mosk

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  8. For to love, is to
    yield power unto another

    Reminiscent of what can bring warmth or cause friction when one gives way to the
    other

    Hank

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  9. Wow, this is very dense and I love many of your word choices... It reads like a mantra, which we very much need now.

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  10. I've decided. The answer is YES! But, we already knew that. :)

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