Friday, May 3, 2024

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 On The Windowsill

All the banging so much noise,

What are we building of toil?

Is butter softer than the heart of love?

Can sugar sweeten already made honey?

When bees toil,

Is the buzz noisy?


A box of dreams sits on the windowsill


All this noise the banging never stops,

The blood of innocents cling to greed;

The soil and sea cry out do you hear,

Through all the banging?

Useless or wasteful still noise;

Drowning out real beauty real joy,

Loudest is the stressed-out heart,

The fake meanderings of toil.


A box of dreams sits on the windowsill


It is that time of beginnings,

The whistles and songs of birds

Sound out of transitioning,

A sky inky will streak of silver,

Then turn to pale azure,

Gilt with sunlight.


A box of dreams sits on the windowsill


 On The Windowsill - A Bop poem © gillena cox 2024


 
BLOG HOPPING TODAY WITH
How to Write The Bop
and including this same 1 line repeat after each stanza:
‘I found a box and put a room inside’
OR ‘I found a box…[adding your own words to complete the line]
 

REVISIT TO READ

17 comments:

  1. The soil and the sea cry out do you hear...I do wonder sometimes. I think we all need a box of dreams on the window sill.

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  2. Thanks for your appreciation Di

    much🤍love

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  3. Yes a box like that would be great, and we should also remember to sift it through on a regular basis to find the real gems.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Björn

      much🤍love

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  4. I love the idea of a box of dreams on the windowsill, Gillena; it would have to be in the bedroom. The final stanza is beautiful with its hints of birdsong and colour.

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  5. Thanks for your appreciation Kim

    much🤍love

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  6. Happy you dropped by Kitty

    Much♡love

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  7. Love the evocative refrain, Gillena, and I do agree with these lines that hammer home the theme: "Useless or wasteful still noise;/Drowning out real beauty real joy,/Loudest is the stressed-out heart,/The fake meanderings of toil."

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Dora

      Much♡love

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  8. Beautiful write, and sobering Gillena. Sadly my friend, too many leave that box unexplored… ✌🏼🫶🏼

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Rob

      Much♡love

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  9. Complex meanderings, Gillena. The sky shifting turns to hope is a lovely way to end.

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  10. Thank you for your appreciation Lisa

    Much♡love

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  11. What a great idea, Gillena! It would be wonderful to have such a box.

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  12. Thank you for your appreciation Punam

    Much♡love

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  13. "Loudest is the stressed-out heart,

    The fake meanderings of toil."

    Outstanding poem, Gillena!

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  14. Thank you for uour appreciation Sara

    Much♡love

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