SUSURRATION
The rainbow was humming a soft susurration
When i looked to the ixora
There was no bee
The rainbow was humming a soft susurration
When i looked to the sky
Morning was still in the making
The rainbow was humming a soft susurration
Grey clouds were folding themselves
Letting curtains of azure show
The rainbow was humming a soft susurration
when i looked to her band of colour
She smiled vanishing slowly
SUSURRATION © gillena cox 2018
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A well-layered poem. I like a rainbow with attitude.
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"Grey clouds were folding themselves" Hot image! And the rainbow of dawn has a message for us, I know, I know. Maybe the color itself is her song.
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It sounds so lovely...........I love mornings in the making!
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I love this rainbow voice.
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I love this especially; "Grey clouds were folding themselves letting curtains of azure show".. Beautifully executed!💞
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Sanaa
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Yes, sometimes the rainbow on my horizon vanishes slowly. What a gift!
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Technicolour mornings are not my thing:) I like the grey clouds and soft skies.
ReplyDelete😊thanks for dropping by Rall
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new word for me, susurration, love how it rolls off the tongue. Lovely poem.
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Thanks for dropping by MNL
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SUSURRATION
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also posted at Poemhunter.com February 2022