image first published HERE
The Wild Grasses
The wild grasses lean with the wind
Their pas de deux a rhythm of the mind
That synchronizes the ocean breezes
Through seasons and transgresses
The limitations of mere mortals
The souls of passages and portals
Those pilgrims who must journey but
The wild grasses surrender and cut
Through the paces of the melody
That alludes to an inherent parody
The conscious human thinker craves
To imitate in desiring so he behaves
Though others of his kind call him crazy
The complete or adorable looney
Those wild grasses are caution free
The wild grasses grow then they rest
Their dance with the wind is the test
To grow again without question
The best or worst of a next generation
They ponder not of today or tomorrow
The coming of joy or of sorrow
page 13 Pink Crush © gillena cox 2011
published by authorhouse
Now that my muse has kicked in; this post edited, poem 2 added, Wednesday April 6th.
EAT
Eat greedily of children's tears
Eat wearily of soldier's boots
Eat heartily of sunflower's strewn
Eat of the mud of covetness
Eat and be nutured by today's pain
Eat, pray for forgiveness of corpses strewn
Eat now of divinity of love
Eat for the nourishment of earth's healing
Eat your fill of bird song
Eat the fruit of joy in a new day
Eat your fill of cotton candy cloud
Eat of hope in tomorrow
© gillena cox 2022
Gorgeous, gorgeous write Gillena ❤️❤️
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The first poem so lyrical, Gillena, and the second poem full of such powerful images--with horror, sadness, and hope at the end.
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Such a contrast Gillena - your first poem had me swaying in the breeze with the grasses, the second brought me back to the horror of today, albeit with a note of hope. Really effective use of the prompt.
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Hello! Your Muse kicked in ~ beautifully. Thanks for leaving me a comment!
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Both are so lovely Gillena!
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I love how you turned this from the devastating present to the hope of a brighter future.
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Two very thoughtful pieces. I love the line.."Eat your fill of bird song."
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Gillena, I enjoyed both of your anaphora poems very much. I see the one about the wild grasses as very zen, an ideal to strive for. My favorite line:
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Thanks for.your appreciation Lili
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Wow, Gillena, i always think of you as a joyful poet, but when you go dark, you really go dark. That's a very powerful poem, I'm so glad you shared it. Such beautiful imagery, interspersed with such painful imagery. Wow again.
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I love your Eat repetition here. When there is so much horrendous news around us of pain and suffering, we must, to maintain our sanity, remind us to partake of birdsong and hope every day.
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Both excellent poems, Gillena. I love the rhyming.
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