4 small poems of consecration

swift the heart

should the sun
once again
call these ancient bones
to rise,
swift the heart
like an arrow
flies

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Shiva's breath

blueberry sky hangs
low
laden with purpose

Shiva
dances

I am not grounded,
a tempest
gathers

we make love
we make war

~~~~~~~~~~~~

if i could

if only
I could be
a cat on your lap
purring

aloof and elegant
the moon
knows
why
Bast
is sacred
to the temple
Goddess,

I awaken,
stretch
with longing.

~~~~~~~~~~

Second Contribution

The second contribution
exhausts the
breath
but not the soul

between
the rust
and diamond dust

breaking through
the silence

the light comes

even now...

— Kailashana, Jul 17, 2009

Critiques

Seren

16 years 11 months ago

I Adore these words

I Adore these words Anna between the rust and diamond dust I fall nearer to rust but how beautiful it all is .... and it all started with these words swift the heart should the sun once again call these ancient bones to rise, swift the heart like an arrow flies Like a magican casting a spell calling the warriors of old to fight thats the image I was left with , like a warrior eveready to be called at will ... I am going to break my rule one last time this deserves them and more ... And I walk away content I got lost in this one read it over and over thats when I know I love them ... Love Jayne x x

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