Who Am I
I am, whom the wind caresses
At dawn, while the birds whistle,
Flying in pairs or groups,
While i stand at the window
Of my door, alone, watching.
At dawn, while the birds whistle,
Silently i offer oration,
To a God seen and unseen,
I have only to gasp;
At a new bud opened.
Silently i offer oration,
For this to my mind, is
Visible presence from,
An invisible watching presence.
I am, whom the wind caresses.
Who Am I © gillena cox 2024
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Love your selfie! There is much joy and gratitude in your verses.
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What a happy selfie to accompany your selfie poem, Gillena! I love that you write about being touched by all around you, the wind, the birds and a new bud.
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This is beautiful and full of serene joyousness. Love it, Gillena. ❤️
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A lovely poem, Gillena. Well done.
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Great selfie... and as always you portray it in the color of dawn.
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"Silently i offer oration,/To a God seen and unseen,/I have only to gasp;/At a new bud opened." --- I audibly sighed, if not gasped, at these lines, you make us see and feel so vividly. Beautiful, Gillena.
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Your selfie poem is beautiful ... you are beautiful. Inside and outside.
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