Saturday, September 24, 2016

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[image courtesy yahoo dot com]

ANGELS BUSY GOSSIPING
Doused in fallen blossoms
Each sweep of broom
Tugs at heart cords,
No sound emits -
Not even sob of tears
Peeled from eyeballs
For this day of dried resolve
Some leaves are curled
In rigor, stayed to returning
Earth, hungry for humus
Compost heap earns -
Another timespan of reasoning
Growth becomes fertilizing
Denouement of new blossoms
Labeled to providence and cycles
ANGELS BUSY GOSSIPING © gillena cox 2016

“Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrows, which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Revisit
rusted sails threaten
they call him a crazy guy
behind his back...
FOLLOWING THE LEADER

He’s the madman, slicing off an ear,
Spoiling his metaphor,
Charts a sentence through the valley...
PROCESS SURREAL

Mouth-watering promise, thin, wafer like
Fleeting, yet satisfying, cloud like
Seemingly angelic words, emit light
Or light emitting words...
TASTE AND SEE


Blog hopping today at
Prompt Nights When shades of loss weave with pattern of madness [29]


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[my video choice of today - 'Continuando' by Jehro]

20 comments:

  1. I love these:

    "Some leaves are curled
    In rigor"

    "Compost heap earns -
    Another timespan of reasoning"

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  2. Whistles!! 💖💖 This is absolutely incredible writing, Gillena 😍 I absolutely adore the cornucopia of images here in this poem especially "For this day of dried resolve some leaves are curled in rigor, stayed to returning earth" and oh "Growth becomes fertilizing. Denouement of new blossoms labeled to providence and cycles." Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support 💖💖

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  3. The opening lines - dead blossoms swept up and discarded - creates a really interesting mood. Lots of the other word choices here too add to the feeling of desiccation and dryness.

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  4. "No sound emits -
    Not even sob of tears
    Peeled from eyeballs"...wow, that is strong

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  5. The idea of "tears/Peeled from eyeballs" offers such a powerful imagery, Gillena. Those words sure gave me a shiver.

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  6. Thank you for your appreciation Magaly

    much love...

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  7. Whata lot of fun you had in humanising all those activities of nature. I'd love to think that the trees might whisper about us too and flowers surely nod their heads!

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  8. Sweeping up blossoms - what an arresting image.. you want to hope they remain as pretty as they can

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  9. Oh Gillena, the first three lines are so punchy. They give a vivid image and capture the mood so well.
    "No sound emits-, not even sob of tears", pretty powerful stuff!

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  10. Dear Gilliana You have so much going on....and so many blogs....I find it a bit confusing? But enjoyed the poem about the angels gossiping....

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  11. "Each sweep of broom tugs at heart cords" and so it does in times if loss or sorrow. Enjoyed all of your writings today,,,

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