Gillena Cox

(1950)

Colours


Blue, grey, silver, white;
Sky can choose, as he so pleases.
Whether the temperature be cold or hot,
It matters not too much;
And within shortest notice.
Great Sky can change colour.

Trapped in our skin whatever the colour,
Looking outside ourselves;
We can live to appreciate each other.
At close up, or standback stance,
Lunging forward, flitting backwards-
The dance of the beautiful humming bird.

Beat, beat, wing beat of the humming bird;
Catches the notice of every flower.
Petals smooth or velvet to the touch;
Of shapes and sizes;
Attractive in array;
Forming the landscape into a pattern.

This skillfully crafted pattern,
Can only be copied by nature;
Herself the creator;
Aloof, untouchable, original.
The model conscious of her beauty;
Poised in the nude.

The artist paints her- nude;
And lays bare his soul,
On that canvas.
They stare, and stare;
Dumb struck, in the museums and the galleries.
He plys the street for his income.

A pitiable sum this income,
Stretched to limits;
Of mundane living.
The spell of quotidian-
through a maze of adventures;
While the hunter fixes a snare.

An animal in the wild in the snare;
Caught, while others remain free;
To execute the art of living.

Submitted: Sunday, November 11, 2007
Edited: Sunday, April 24, 2011

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  • Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK (6/14/2010 2:11:00 AM)

    Ma’am you’ve ‘framed and filled’ colors to encolor readers…poetic bubbles synthesize myriad colors…fine coloring
    Ms. Nivedita
    UK
    10/10 (Report) Reply

  • Eyan Desir (1/9/2010 5:28:00 PM)

    My goodness what great wording
    my friend Cartina would be proud...
    I havent seen word richly crafted
    like this in a while. (Report) Reply

  • C. P. Sharma (12/29/2009 5:19:00 AM)

    Beautifully interwoven imagery and well structured poem goes deep into the soul.
    CP (Report) Reply

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (6/24/2009 5:31:00 PM)

    Blue, grey, silver, white;
    Sky can choose, as he so pleases.
    Whether the temperature be cold or hot,
    It matters not too much;
    And within shortest notice.
    Great Sky can change colour.......beautifully written poemni like it.. lovely piece and speaks mind of poetess very well. keep it up......i give wwelldeserved 10

    read mine'Colours' just to augment with your.. kindly read n comment if u like to (Report) Reply

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