Tuesday, March 13, 2018

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THE SUN SALUTES WOMEN

Rib of creation's quest
Dawn of sky's new morning

Where art those heralds
With music to keep your stepping

Surely the noon sun lined
In shadow's path cannot hide

For splendid being your respite
Allows to continue on in breaths

Cooling the desires of hungry
Epitaphs read to stone psalms

You anchor the anguish of moon
In mood shapes of passing light

And your goodness sparks the destiny
Of planets sun and orbits widening

Then Discourse, wafting windy in leafy
Boughs of mists saluted the sunrise.
THE SUN SALUTES WOMEN © gillena cox 2018
[First posted at FACEBOOK - Sieze the poem]


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24 comments:

  1. "You anchor the anguish of moon in mood shapes of passing light"... this is so beautiful!­čĺľ

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    1. Thanks for stopping by to read mine Sanaa

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  2. I really love the sense of "woman is everything" sparkling out of your poem.

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Magaly

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  3. That's quite a celestial dance

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Rommy

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  4. I love how you end with the sun breaking... the moon and the sun there the nigh is yours.

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  5. Thanks for your appreciation Bjorn

    much love...

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  6. This is beautiful Gillena and your opening lines are so powerful.

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Neeraj

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  7. This is dreamy and beautiful from beginning to end Gillena!!

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Carrie

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  8. A gorgeous evocation – and I especially love the verse you chose to use in the image.

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Rosemarie

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  9. Then Discourse, wafting windy in leafy
    Boughs of mists saluted the sunrise

    The end result can be most exciting and satisfying. Very true gillena!

    Hank

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  10. I love these lines, Gillena:
    'You anchor the anguish of moon
    In mood shapes of passing light

    And your goodness sparks the destiny
    Of planets sun and orbits widening'.

    Have a wonderful middle-of-the-week Wednesday!

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Kim

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  11. Some women do, as all women should, live a very charmed and blessed life. If I am reincarnated, but I don't believe God made us that way, I would like to be a charmed and blessed woman. Men are way too cruel, in general.
    And if I could I'd give them the eyes of many birds, to have four light sensors. That way they could see in four dinensions using vision of the ultraviolet spectrum of light as does the Sun enabling it to see in the shadows if dark, as it does in your poem here.
    ..

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  12. ­čśŐ­čśäJim thanks for your appreciation

    much­čî╝love

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  13. "You anchor the anguish of moon
    In mood shapes of passing light"

    So beautiful

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  14. Thanks for dropping in Susan

    Much­čî╝love

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  15. life and light ... nurturing. That's the feeling I get when I read this.

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  16. Thank you for your appreciation Margaret

    Much­čî╝love

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