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Beloveds

And they had thought themselves

Poets and mystics

For they had buried themselves

In each other’s good graces

And loved themselves into

Another shape, another skin,

Painstakingly etched in the wonder of a starry night

When grass was green

And wild birds flew

Sapphire skies

In the age of crickets, their love songs

They were already wrong

When her touch, his touch

Burned

Into the deepest part of their earth

Where they made love,

Oh, how they made love

As the tides turned,

Rolled out to sea.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

— Kailashana, Jun 08, 2008

Critiques

RSScheerer

RSScheerer

18 years ago

Anna!

When I look for a definition of poetry, this is the paragon. Best, Ronda
Kailashana

Kailashana

18 years ago

Ronda! Life has been

Ronda! Life has been brutal lately.. thanks... I needed that! Just to know I'm doing SOMETHING right, at least this one time ;-) Hugs, Anna
Pragyan

Pragyan

18 years ago

Wow...

So intricately designed, so elegant and so beautiful... Regards, Pragyan.
RSScheerer

RSScheerer

18 years ago

The meaning?

What would you like to tell us about the meaning? ... Or was that an invitation to express our own interpretations? (please say no) ;) Hope things were better for you today - of course, if they get too easy, what would we write about? Kittens and rainbows? :p ~ Ronda
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Rolwright

18 years ago

Great poem

You really got in touch with your feelings Peace
Kailashana

Kailashana

18 years ago

lol, Janice believe it or

lol, Janice believe it or not i have a poem about kitten and rainbows... and if you're very very sweet, i'll post it... but not for a long time....see, i gotta feel sweet too. and isn't that the beauty of poetry...we can and do turn all of it into our art--- our living art. Hi Rolwright, glad to see you here... you didn't leave...we're all in touch with our feelings, it's just that most of us deny them... and that's not good... it comes out in plenty other ways.... witness the sickness we call society... seems the only time we get together is when nature destroys us... crossing all those things that we take pride in and so serve to separate ourselves from one another. o o, am I on my soapbox again... sorry. Love, Anna I'm not bad... I'm just drawn that way.
RSScheerer

RSScheerer

18 years ago

It's me

that doesn't do kittens or rainbows, Anna. I mean, I could, but they'd probably suffer from depression and the rainbows would be varying colors of grey. lol ~ Ronda
Kailashana

Kailashana

18 years ago

hehehe… and you didn’t

hehehe... and you didn't even flinch when I called you Janice... ...a depressed cat... how depressing that would be if there were such a creature!!!!! and the grey rainbow reminds me of the Wizard of Ox... remember when all was grey? which reminds me of a song from Neon Bible by Neil Young: It's only A Dream (now you know how my mind works;-) http://youtube.com/watch?v=PPtHGAFXBws NEIL YOUNG LYRICS "It's A Dream" In the morning when I wake up and listen to the sound Of the birds outside on the roof I try to ignore what the paper says And I try not to read all the news And I'll hold you if you had a bad dream And I hope it never comes true 'Cause you and I been through so many things together And the sun starts climbing the roof It's a dream Only a dream And it's fading now Fading away It's only a dream Just a memory without anywhere to stay The Red River stills flows through my home town Rollin' and tumblin' on its way Swirling around the old bridge pylons Where a boy fishes the morning away His bicycle leans on an oak tree While the cars rumble over his head An aeroplane leaves a trail in an empty blue sky And the young birds call out to be fed It's a dream Only a dream And it's fading now Fading away It's only a dream Just a memory without anywhere to stay An old man walks along on the sidewalk Sunglasses and an old Stetson hat The four winds blow the back of his overcoat away As he stops with the policeman to chat And a train rolls out of the station That was really somethin' in its day Picking up speed on the straight prairie rails As it carries the passengers away It's gone Only a dream And it's fading now Fading away Only a dream Just a memory without anywhere to stay It's a dream Only a dream And it's fading now Fading away It's only a dream Just a memory without anywhere to stay It's a dream Only a dream And it's fading now Fading away love ya, Anna
RSScheerer

RSScheerer

18 years ago

LOL

You can call me Janice, just don't spell my name with an "h" I guess! As for the way your mind works, I call it the Mushroom Effect - mine does the same thing ... rolls along at the speed of light. This is why I type my work and don't write anything on paper.... 103wpm is a lot easier to manage crazy thought processing! The call it hypomania - which, for some strange reason, cracks me up tonight. okaaaay....time to step away from the laptop for awhile! Love, Ronda

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