Showing posts with label balance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label balance. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 3, 2018

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STILL BALANCING BIRD SONGS
Remember those days, when we went to market?
The vendors put the sweet potatoes,
In one plate of the scale,
And then placed the weights,
On the other plate of the scale.
A little swing. A little adjusting.
Either take some of the sweet potatoes out,
Or some of the weights out.
Hmm, those skills of adjusting;
Which balance behooves of us?
When we juggled quantities,
Oranges one, then two, then three,
Now add a fourth all in the air,
Pitting gravity's pull,
Against the deftness of our minds?
We are now the modern day scale-people.
Place two sweet potatoes. Note it. Bag it. Tag it.
No wavering of weights.
No waverings of measures.
No crucial deciding choices of
One more or less to either sides of the plate.
We take home the sweet potatoes
Without one ounce of struggle.
Did we foresee the coming of complacency?
In our weights and measures.
The unrequited resolve of unnecessary balance?

All the while, sky juggles,
Her birds songs from varied coloured feathers.
And, oceans still carry;
One more seashell tossed to the sand of time
Taking in waves
A drag back of its measure of sand
According to the whim of its tide.
STILL BALANCING BIRD SONGS © gillena cox 2018


Blog hopping today with

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Balance

REVISIT
3 October 2016
3 October 2015
...better balance

Saturday, April 11, 2015

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Guernica by Pablo Picasso; image from google dot com



PICASSO-SQUE MOUTHS
when they scrape the carcass
freshly butchered off the streets
of hatred
and i have to read and i have to watch
newsreel and newsprint
the picasso-sque mouths of mothers
and fathers gaping in horror
and the marrow in my
bones gash and shudder
cause no more is there brother
or brother or sister
then only the words of a song
or the words of a prayer
hones my sorrow
urging me to carry on yet
© gillena cox





Written for the prompt today at
Poems In April DAY ELEVEN
'A Message from the Little Grandmother'


April is the month of the Pink Moon. This Moon has a dark star, which shines across the abyss, reminding us that we are made of the same stuff as the stars. That's what keeps us looking up, into the heavens, feeling our connection to the unfathomable beauty and mystery of the spheres.
CHALLENGE: Write about how you manage to maintain that balance, how you hold onto the beauty and the hope. Write about what heals you...
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads