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Glass Heart


I live in a glass-bottom boat in the
living sea,
efflorescent life abounds with me,
DNA strands, kelp and tube worms
dance in the restless ocean of my human blood,
shark and whale swim through my
eyes, starfish ride sleek bareback on dolphin
jumping in salutation to the sun,
I am dripping with joy,
I am salty with tears.

I live in a glass-topped spaceship, endless
planets and stars pass through me, like a
silent Meditation in the colour of daylight,
pink with the medley of paper-white narcissus
and poet blood, another dawn comes, another
evening falls in my dulcet mind, I am rich
with the promise
of a middle earth, I am blind to myself.

I live in a glass house, there are no walls here,
no fences to keep anyone in, to keep anyone out,
every room is stark white,
every room is bare, no-thing remains
in this shattered heart
but memories of how stones speak,
my soul burns in the mirror.


— Kailashana, Aug 11, 2008

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Rett

Rett

17 years 10 months ago

People who live in glass houses

have nothing to hide and no boundaries. Wonderful write Anna. The old saying of "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me" is a lie. I think words sometimes can hurt just as much as the physical blows. Excellent. Respectfully, Rett: "Life is like a beach. Salty, gritty, somewhat fishy and at other times, downright crabby!" Rett 2008.
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 10 months ago

hi Rhett (H is borrowed from

hi Rhett (H is borrowed from Ronda), the first part does not flow as well as I would like it; any suggestions? any suggestions. period. ? Thanks for the context approval ;-)
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barbsdad2003

17 years 10 months ago

You speak of ...

a profound state of innocence at its primal, most original, beginning place ... at its core. A childlike plaint here wonderfully, masterfully sketched. A declaration of a freedom fallen on hard times. At the risk of sounding insufferably pedantic: What healing can follow what's revealed by your last stanza's so critical in further development of a whole person. And though time passing can be helpful at least to some extent, more important is what's done with that time. Therapists can make a healthy living dealing with this traumatic dilemma/crossroads in their patients/clients. Even those therapists not very competent at it. I'm esp. impressed by the clarity/simplicity of your piece. Thanx, Chuck
Seren

Seren

16 years 3 months ago

Mum I sometimes wonder when

Mum I sometimes wonder when you were born ... would you have cried? or uttered words from your first poem ... you are a born poet I often read back in time but tonight I decided to leave some comments ... love you and a very good morning to you ~! smiles Love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x