Monday, November 7, 2022

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Stars never it seems stay still. All their twinkling are for nursery rhymes and astronauts

She liked the months of October and November. The brilliant reds oranges and yellows and then the decaying browns

All of this was to her a statement of skeletons; the caw of blackbirds and the future of red cardinals against snow

Colour held its theater of life and death by the throat and its choreography of light and darkness in  nimble piroettes

‘In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems.’
© gillena cox 2022

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Using the given  line ‘In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems.’from Tulips & Chimneys, by E. E. Cummings and is the last line of  IX- Impressions:

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18 comments:

  1. Nicely done Gillena! Thank you for joining us today.

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  2. I love this! Most especially these words, "All their twinkling are for nursery rhymes and astronauts" They made me smile.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Lillian

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  3. I agree. This is a great line: "All their twinkling are for nursery rhymes and astronauts"

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  4. Thanks for your appreciation Ken

    Much💛love

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  5. love the term, "colour held its theater of life and death" Most excellent!

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  6. The line "All their twinkling are for nursery rhymes and astronauts" also made me smile. Nice one, Gillena. 💙

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Merril

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  7. Well done, Gillena! I love this line... Colour held its theater of life and death by the throat

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  8. Thanks for your appreciation Dwight

    Much💛love

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  9. I read the 'she' to be Night, a distant, ambiguous sort of personification, who can toss out poems, while holding colours by the throat. That 'statement of skeletons' where blackbirds 'caw', the decaying browns and the red against the snow are such unsettling images. I think this is one of my favourites of yours.

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  10. Thanks for your appreciation Jane

    Much💛love

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  11. Thanks for your appreciation Dora

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  12. Love the way you describe the stars... night becomes magic

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  13. Thanks for your appreciation Björn

    Much💛love

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