Sunday, February 5, 2017

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DRIFTWOOD
Big brother can envision blood of hopelessness
Tempest brews in coffee mug
Only cause its still morning, not yet noon
When shadows line up something gets lost
Can self be found in pouting lips of curls and whey
Man Friday, Man Friday, where art thou
Lost voices cry, in sand, of beach,
Like wilted discoverers
DRIFTWOOD © gillena cox 2017

Blog hopping with
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Flash 55 PLUS!
Challenged by Kerry O'Connor : to Write a piece of poetry or prose on a subject of your choice in precisely 55 WORDS. We were also given the optional plus to use words and phrases from the novel 1984 by George Orwell.






English translation of the song HERE

14 comments:

  1. This is quite surreal, Gillena. Some fascinating ideas:

    When shadows line up something gets lost

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    1. Thanks for dropping by to read mine Kerry

      much love...

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  2. Striking images, Gillena. Love the tempest in the coffee and the play of shadows. And yes, I haven't never read a bit of driftwood I haven't loved. :-)

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Magaly

      Much love...

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  3. Yes... only because it's morning. We need Man Friday!

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Marian

      Much love...

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  4. Such incredible imagery here, Gillena!❤️ Especially love "Tempest brews in coffee mug
    only cause its still morning, not yet noon" sigh.. beautifully executed.


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  5. Thanks for your appreciation Sanaa

    Much love...

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  6. driftwood is one of my favorite art forms ~

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  7. beautifully expressed
    wrote for you...http://anjuwriter.blogspot.com/2017/02/for-verses-by-gillena-cox-trinidad-no.html

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  8. Wilted discoveries... is it too late?

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