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Kailashana
Kailashana
May 09, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

I Awaken This Morning

 

I awaken this morning
do not count myself
amoung the dead,
my pen begins to write
in the quiet chapel
of my mind,
green ink blades of
lucid thoughts turn over
memories of flesh

I am inept, nearly incapacitated,
you see,
in perfect poetic
symmetry, my words icicles
of intent, never to write themselves
down,
amorphisms are no recipes for
gratitude, nothing lasts forever

just

a few petals from a yellow rose,
four horseshoes from a grazing mare,

lemon dreams of a glass-winged butterfly,
pinned against the wind.


— Kailashana, May 09, 2008

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professor

professor

18 years 1 month ago

Congratulations once again

Anna. I loved the ending in particular "lemon dreams of a glass-winged butterfly, pinned against the wind." Is that how you see yourself? A fragile soul prevented from moving against the wind of fate but comfortably static. Still unwilling to turn and ride the fickle eddies of a following wind to yet another unknown destination? Or perhaps you are and that is why you woke up realising you had truly woken up again. Keith
Kailashana

Kailashana

18 years 1 month ago

Dunno Prof, dunno. What if

Dunno Prof, dunno. What if I told you I feel all that? See myself in all you have analyzed? What then? lol. Indeed, Anna, what then?
themoonman

themoonman

18 years 1 month ago

kailashana..

another poem written so well.. did I mention you are very talented..there..its said. enjoyed the read.. loved the same line the professor did. but the whole poem is good.. Richard
Kailashana

Kailashana

18 years 1 month ago

thanks Richard… it’s

thanks Richard... it's always a mystery how a poem emerges and ends. that one sort of wrote itself... a. anyone ever see one? http://www.naturescornermagazine.com/NaturesBlog/archives/2006/03/glass_winged_bu.html
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rider68

18 years ago

This Really Is A Work Of Art

Anna I say again....... This Really Is A Work Of Art. The glass wing Butterflies...How Beautiful, I have saved the pictures...they would be great recreated in stained Glass Panels, Best Regards Peter ~~~~~~~~~Creativity Is to think more efficiently~~~~~~~~~~
Kailashana

Kailashana

18 years ago

Do you work in that medium

Do you work in that medium Peter? I love stained glass, etched glass. My spirit bird is a Great Blue Heron... Always wanted a full panel on a door or window. Now this glass wing butterfly enthralls me. What a brilliant idea! ~a
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rider68

18 years ago

Do you work in that medium

Hi Anna In my younger days, My trade was a joiner / carpenter, being involved at times with restoration of period properties, Churches etc, being very creative and was involved with the managing of the removal and preserving of the glass etched frames, I gained quite a few first hand skills, and have made several frames for clients, and for our home, I think it would be very fitting.......there's a challenge these skills can be learned via evening class's which is what I did for a while, Best regards Peter ~~~~~~~~~Creativity Is to think more efficiently~~~~~~~~~~
Kailashana

Kailashana

18 years ago

I felt you might be in the

I felt you might be in the building trades Peter, even before I became a Realtor, I was disheartened by so much demolishing of the old to make way for the cold and lifeless new. However, there was a 6 story old bank building that contained some of the beautiful masterpieces of the old. Once I almost bought a six foot high stained glass window that was buckled in and cracked with missing pieces for a DOLLAR.. I didn't buy it...thinking who's gonna fix it? to this day I thump myself in the head, thinking what WERE you thinking? A dollar...it started out as i think 50 dollars... and the guy really WANTED me to have it, apparently.. But nooooo.. ~a
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Orphani

16 years 4 months ago

I love your so off center

I love your so off center unique perspective that is so rare it transfixes me to your next word. I am becoming a slave to your next syllable. My stream of life. B