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May 11, 2008
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This morning
I drove through
a low cloud,
drifting past
earth-weary eyes,
a melancholy
I bite into,
afternon shadows
of flesh and bone
draped
over blueberry skies,
evening came...
broken treasures of abolone shells,
apple blossoms turned away
from the Western Sun;
I am just an empty canvas
painting myself
in thin layers,
scene after scene,
a rage of God who has
no Poem of His own.
I drove through
a low cloud,
drifting past
earth-weary eyes,
a melancholy
I bite into,
afternon shadows
of flesh and bone
draped
over blueberry skies,
evening came...
broken treasures of abolone shells,
apple blossoms turned away
from the Western Sun;
I am just an empty canvas
painting myself
in thin layers,
scene after scene,
a rage of God who has
no Poem of His own.
— Kailashana, May 11, 2008
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Critiques
weirdelf
18 years 1 month ago
beautiful and depressing
Janice Pearce
18 years 1 month ago
No Poem
Kailashana
18 years 1 month ago
Hi Jess, missed your
Kailashana
18 years 1 month ago
Hi Janice… i never know
Janice Pearce
18 years 1 month ago
Kailashana
weirdelf
18 years 1 month ago
My one cent worth
Janice Pearce
18 years 1 month ago
Nope
Kailashana
18 years 1 month ago
well.. yes & no Janice…
professor
18 years 1 month ago
The last two lines and their tone
Kailashana
18 years 1 month ago
….at least there’s SOME
whitetea
18 years 1 month ago
this was
Kailashana
18 years 1 month ago
My goodness white tea,
Synchro
18 years ago
well, I think there may be some merit to a poemless God
Kailashana
18 years ago
“We are too prone to
W.C.Wampler
17 years 6 months ago
no poem poem
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