Tuesday, May 16, 2017

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WORDS FIND ME
I’m here and there, when words find me,
Ink scrambles, flowing thoughts on doodles,
Though leaves have uncanny sense to flee,
Phrase bound are motifs smooth and serrated;
Games of catch and hold, when words find me,
Frieze syllable by syllable, undressing memory,
Bared to whispering wind or howling banshee ,
Thoroughly shredding paper past and future;
Ensnared are shackled twigs to tree,
Sunlight strums, so symphonies can shuffle,
Silhouettes, add depth of form when words find me
WORDS FIND ME © gillena cox 2017

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24 comments:

  1. Few things are as wonderful as to be found by words... :-)

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    1. Indeed,
      thanks for dropping by Magaly

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  2. Sometimes I think poets are fleshed in words...

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    1. Thanks for dropping by Björn.

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  3. Great words, Gillena. I especially like the lines:
    'Games of catch and hold, when words find me,
    Frieze syllable by syllable, undressing memory'
    and
    'Sunlight strums, so symphonies can shuffle,
    Silhouettes, add depth of form when words find me'.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Kim

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  4. I love this especially 'Though leaves have uncanny sense to flee,phrase bound are motifs smooth and serrated.' Beautifully executed.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Sanaa

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    1. Yes that's the order of things, they do indeed find me Paul. Thank you for dropping by

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  6. The flow of this alone... I'm taken away. Thank you

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Martin

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  7. Ah yes, the truth, that they do find us.

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    1. Happy you dropped in Rosemary, Yes, you don't think or decide on writing, and before you know it, you are like caught in a web-feeling of overpowering urgings to note something

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  8. Words find us everywhere. One poem found me in the forest and I tried to memorize it till I could get to pen and paper.

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    1. Yes, know the feeling, Sherry, the shifting and assembling until you are abled to do your jottings. thanks for dropping by, and your empathy

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  9. Love the repetition and the first line is a home run!

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    1. Humble bow. Thank you for your appreciation Thotpurge, such an encouraging comment, coming from the 'queen of imagery'

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  10. "when words find me," that is a writer's delight.
    This was nice, Gillena, a refreshing reminder of our dependence on finding those words.
    ..

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Jim

      much love...

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  11. I enjoyed the sound of this and the word "symphonies" seemed to come at just the right place in the poem with the multiple endings of "when words find me".

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Frank

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  12. When words find you, things like this poem happen and that's a good thing!

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    1. happy you dropped by Bekkie

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