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
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
This is quite surreal, Gillena. Some fascinating ideas:
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Thanks for dropping by to read mine Kerry
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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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Yes... only because it's morning. We need Man Friday!
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Such incredible imagery here, Gillena!❤️ Especially love "Tempest brews in coffee mug
ReplyDeleteonly cause its still morning, not yet noon" sigh.. beautifully executed.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Thanks for your appreciation Sanaa
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driftwood is one of my favorite art forms ~
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beautifully expressed
ReplyDeletewrote for you...http://anjuwriter.blogspot.com/2017/02/for-verses-by-gillena-cox-trinidad-no.html
Thanks for dropping by Anjum
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Wilted discoveries... is it too late?
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by Margaret
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