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Through bars of engine roars, a tiny chirp;
The early breath of day, slowly haled within usurp;
Even more than a physical hunger have we,
Poets to sate the inner gnawings become thee;
Silent watchful ones in searching introspection,
Like flowers innately beautiful from creation;
A song sings of the dawn, to a sleep muted cloud;
Resonating in spurts of motor vehicles loud;
Autumn winds of the warm Atlantic storm,
As the season deepens becomes the norm;
The turbulent swing of terrorism too, remember;
As the flames of candle light outlive the ember;
Healing willed in life cycles, the loss and the pain;
Respect for life in peace to gain
Morning dew crafts a jewel on the leaf of life,
Promised to an end of strife;
Tease for an appetite of life anew;
But din of callous disrespects eschew,
A kind of man, a species he,
Determined not to live in harmony;
For to love, is to yield power unto another;
From a field vast and wide an in coming zephyr,
Tosses and tumbles from a soundless bundle,
Of experiences drafted like a Milky Way trundle,
Willed to the spirit of motion without rhythm;
Life without love, without yielding, without a lesser;
Without colour, without a poem, without a flower;
Motion, movement, sway, wind, debris
A musical score; engine roar and chirpy chirpy.
2009
Gillena Cox
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John Mcmanus
(10/16/2009 3:35:00 PM) |
A very fine poem with lots of vivid imagery and the word blend seamlessly, well done.
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Roxy Gonro
(10/12/2009 6:20:00 PM) |
I really like how descriptive this is, and just how you say and put your words.
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JOE POEWHIT
(10/2/2009 5:30:00 PM) |
Words swirl around like a kaleidoscope
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Reason A. Poteet
(9/30/2009 8:46:00 PM) |
Gillena, You have delved deep into our consious memories and perhaps beyond. I think I see a personality forming in your lines but then I am not so sure. The post-modernist analyist would have a challenge with this one I think trying to create some sort of meaning beyond what the poet intended. This one is definitely open to free interpretation which is a good thing.
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Trade Martin
(9/30/2009 6:27:00 PM) |
Very well done Gillena. You've utilized lots of fresh language and rhymes. Keep up the fine work. Best regards, Trade.
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Marieta Maglas
(9/29/2009 8:59:00 AM) |
nice symbolistic poem, very well written....10+++
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rago rago
(9/29/2009 3:32:00 AM) |
well crafted and beautiful write............
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Patricia Masterman
(9/26/2009 11:52:00 AM) |
This poem feels like it has a slow power building up. I liked the line, 'Of experiences drafted like a Milky Way trundle, ' because it's so original and different. I like the way you pour out yourself into a poem and everything else disappears for a brief time.
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