Wednesday, February 21, 2018

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SUSURRATION

The rainbow was humming a soft susurration
When i looked to the ixora
There was no bee

The rainbow was humming a soft susurration
When i looked to the sky
Morning was still in the making

The rainbow was humming a soft susurration
Grey clouds were folding themselves
Letting curtains of azure show

The rainbow was humming a soft susurration
when i looked to her band of colour
She smiled vanishing slowly
SUSURRATION © gillena cox 2018

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16 comments:

  1. A well-layered poem. I like a rainbow with attitude.

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  2. "Grey clouds were folding themselves" Hot image! And the rainbow of dawn has a message for us, I know, I know. Maybe the color itself is her song.

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    1. ☺thanks for dropping in to read
      Mine Susan

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  3. It sounds so lovely...........I love mornings in the making!

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    1. Happy ☺ you dropped by Sherry

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    1. Happy you dropped by Sumana

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  5. I love this especially; "Grey clouds were folding themselves letting curtains of azure show".. Beautifully executed!💞

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Sanaa

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  6. Yes, sometimes the rainbow on my horizon vanishes slowly. What a gift!

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    1. Happy you dropped in Annell

      Much💖love

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  7. Technicolour mornings are not my thing:) I like the grey clouds and soft skies.

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  8. 😊thanks for dropping by Rall

    Much💖love

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  9. new word for me, susurration, love how it rolls off the tongue. Lovely poem.
    MNL (Cactus Haiku)

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  10. Thanks for dropping by MNL

    Much💖love

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