Sunday, January 22, 2017

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dry season quenching rain
surprising
washing
drumming
shaping droplets
dangling from leaf tips

carnival mas makers their
feathers
beads
cloths
paints

the players feteing
waiting
paying
gossiping
googling
exercising

is there a poem in here
somewhere
no yellow brick road
no witch to tangle
no red shoes

definitely a waste of words
definitely words
are never wasted
definitely words
are never always written

words are creations little
gnomes
elfs
workers
builders
painters
sculptors

maybe some get to be
poems
the lucky ones
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written for
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Sunday Mini-Prompt with Brendan:
Voices
THE CHALLENGE: OK, 'nuff said. Write a short poem about the voices you hear or the ones you used to; the voices which call or enthrall; the voices which yearn and those which burn. Your assigned poem is a seashell; hold it to your ear; tell us what you heard the sea sing ...


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23 comments:

  1. Sanaa RizviJanuary 22, 2017 at 10:36 AM

    words are creations little
    gnomes
    elfs
    workers
    builders
    painters
    sculptors

    Sigh, words are definitely worth the praise.. as they shape our thoughts on paper ❤️

    Happy Sunday, Gillena ❤️

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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    1. Gillena CoxJanuary 22, 2017 at 12:32 PM

      Thank you for your appreciation Sanaa

      much love...

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 22, 2017 at 10:45 AM

    is there a poem in here
    somewhere
    no yellow brick road
    no witch to tangle
    no red shoes... love that!

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  3. Gillena CoxJanuary 22, 2017 at 12:32 PM

    Thanks Thotpurge

    much love...

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  4. brudbergJanuary 22, 2017 at 1:13 PM

    Love the sense of those little elves and gnomes doing poetry.

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  5. Magaly GuerreroJanuary 22, 2017 at 1:36 PM

    Some days the voices are rather questioning, indeed. :-)

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  6. JimJanuary 22, 2017 at 3:34 PM

    Lucky are the words that become a poem. I have hopes for some of mine. Thank you for this nice thought, I believe your words are a poen, at least for me...

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  7. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 22, 2017 at 4:42 PM

    I especially love the closing lines. Smiles.

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  8. grapelingJanuary 22, 2017 at 10:19 PM

    the sea does make those sounds, doesn't it?

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    1. Gillena CoxJanuary 23, 2017 at 10:36 AM

      Michael, i think you left your comment at the wrong post (◕‿◕｡) , but i'm happy you dropped in

      much love...

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  9. AnonymousJanuary 23, 2017 at 6:34 AM

    Poems are our quilt of the auidble, patching together all those random voices into a singular song. Lots to weave in your world! Thanks for participating in the challenge.

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    1. Gillena CoxJanuary 23, 2017 at 10:38 AM

      Thanks for a most interesting challenge, Brendan; i'm happy you dropped in to read mine

      much love...

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  10. Other MaryJanuary 23, 2017 at 8:30 AM

    The words are so much...nice.

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  11. kaykualaJanuary 23, 2017 at 12:36 PM

    maybe some get to be poems
    the lucky ones

    Just shows how one has to twist and turn just to come up with a decent poem.

    Hank

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    1. Gillena CoxJanuary 23, 2017 at 12:58 PM

      Thank you for your appreciation Hank

      much love...

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  12. Bekkie SanchezJanuary 23, 2017 at 2:14 PM

    My mind has been on rain too. Sounds like a busy season there.

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  13. Gillena CoxJanuary 23, 2017 at 7:49 PM

    Yes, it is especially for those involve in the celebration of Carnival.
    Thanks for dropping by Bekkie

    Much love...

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  14. HelenJanuary 24, 2017 at 5:20 PM

    I love how visual your poem is ... great job!

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    1. Gillena CoxJanuary 26, 2017 at 2:23 PM

      Thanks for your appreciation Helen

      Much love...

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