Wednesday, February 27, 2019

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CLOUD SELF
Always it is about the wider expanse
Today i am dawn greying into azure
Then soon i am bird song winging
My way into noon shadows
Cooling down to twilight fantasies
Now i call myself silhouettes
No longer am i shadow

But was i ever greying, winging, cooling.
Am i ever bird song at dawn
Golden at twilight
Is there ever measure to the wider expanse

Where are yesterday's cumulus puffs
Where are the thick dark clouds hiding
A shy moon at night
Where are those morphing clouds
Following that lonely wanderer

Am i even transience
Worthy of a cloud-self
CLOUD SELF © gillena cox 2019


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25 comments:

  1. "Then soon i am bird song winging
    My way into noon shadows
    Cooling down to twilight fantasies".....So delightful imagery...

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    1. Thanks for dropping by to read my response Sumana

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  2. Yes, yes, yes, you are, dear cloud!
    "Now I call myself silhouettes
    No longer am i shadow . . . " I love all the transformations. I wish humans could be that easily/gently (?) transformed.

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Susan

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  3. Gillena, this is my new favourite of yours. It is just so lovely! Beautiful imagery!

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  4. Thank you for your appreciation Sherry

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  5. A glorious cloud poem Gillena! I absolutely love this!!

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  6. Thank you for your appreciation Carrie

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Trudessa

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  7. Gillena, This is a new favorite. I love it!

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  8. We think we change over time yet clouds do so at tremendous speed buffeted by the wind or reduced by the heat of the Sun, prepared to shed tears when the temperature and pressure decide...a puppet in natures hands.

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    1. ah yes indeed Robin "apuppet in nature's hand"
      Happy you dropped by ­čśŐ

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  9. Stunning poem and my favourite lines
    Then soon i am bird song winging
    My way into noon shadows
    Cooling down to twilight fantasies
    Now i call myself silhouettes
    No longer am i shadow
    Thank you for this

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  10. Thank you for your appreciation Marja

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  11. I love the thought of seeing ourselves as "silhouettes" instead of "shadows". I love what it says about the power of choice and perception.

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    1. Thanks you for your appreciation Magaly

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  12. Love the gentle and elegant flow of your poem. And there's so much beauty in that Cloud Self!

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Khaya

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  13. I felt so soothed by this poem. Such gentle and beautiful images of transformation. Lovely writing.

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Myrna

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  14. Thank you for your appreciation Sara

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  15. There is a beautiful expanse of images here....!!

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  16. Thanks for your appreciation sreeja

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  17. Published at poemhunter dot com February 2021 ­čśŐ

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