Dawn sky becomes the artist,
This canvas of depth and shadow,
What is being held,
Between whispers of breath?
Who owns the language,
Of declaration?
When can we hear,
The voice of morning?
The aliances of breeze and
Movement skirts banana fronds,
The dance of unfetted coming
And already here is alarming.
© gillena cox 2025
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I love what you saw in the image, Gillena, and the questions you pose. I wish you a very merry Christmas and a happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteThank you for dropping by Kim
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Love the poem specially this question: What is being held,
ReplyDeleteBetween whispers of breath? Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!
Thank you for dropping by Grace
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