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Aug 29, 2008
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Four Poems
1.
August 28th
Today Dr. King
sang a song for eternity
in the deep south of 45 years ago:
"I Have A Dream".
Today Obama will accept
the Presidential nomination
in a mile-high city
in a colourless America
where every soldier of history
walks down corriders of truth,
shadows in a unknown tomb
Today my father, Louis
would have been 84,
grave number, row, section
in Holy Cross Cemetary,
buried next to Helen.
What is this urge of time
to create a song
of dreams?
2.
Mountaintop
After awhile
A human resembles a mountain,
snow-white capped
crags and crevices
steep paths
caves and windblown limbs
sheets of ice and folly
scattered fields of flowers
broken stems
dark-tortured rivers
cool water
shoulders of clouds
sapphire skies,
emerald memories,
eons of sun
slowly returning to sea.
3.
No Walls
There are no walls here
only hard black rain
pouring
inside hearts of fire
iceburgs of fear
floating
through narrow vessels
prayers of sand
facing Mecca
New York and Bombay,
Hebron and Cleveland
a lonely voice
crying in the wilderness
a lonely vigil
inside the eye of Horus
sacrificial lambs
bleating
with lotus-blue tongues...
silences
in eternity
jugulars of temptation
drawing light
in all these
utterances,
breaking nothing
but the sound
of blood and tears
breaking
always breaking
4.
Fantasy
It was only a fantasy
love can never speak
in the Silence we seek,
we are lonely in the folds of flesh,
aching to be touched,
weeping
divisions of a solitary image
burning in our hearts.
August 28th
Today Dr. King
sang a song for eternity
in the deep south of 45 years ago:
"I Have A Dream".
Today Obama will accept
the Presidential nomination
in a mile-high city
in a colourless America
where every soldier of history
walks down corriders of truth,
shadows in a unknown tomb
Today my father, Louis
would have been 84,
grave number, row, section
in Holy Cross Cemetary,
buried next to Helen.
What is this urge of time
to create a song
of dreams?
2.
Mountaintop
After awhile
A human resembles a mountain,
snow-white capped
crags and crevices
steep paths
caves and windblown limbs
sheets of ice and folly
scattered fields of flowers
broken stems
dark-tortured rivers
cool water
shoulders of clouds
sapphire skies,
emerald memories,
eons of sun
slowly returning to sea.
3.
No Walls
There are no walls here
only hard black rain
pouring
inside hearts of fire
iceburgs of fear
floating
through narrow vessels
prayers of sand
facing Mecca
New York and Bombay,
Hebron and Cleveland
a lonely voice
crying in the wilderness
a lonely vigil
inside the eye of Horus
sacrificial lambs
bleating
with lotus-blue tongues...
silences
in eternity
jugulars of temptation
drawing light
in all these
utterances,
breaking nothing
but the sound
of blood and tears
breaking
always breaking
4.
Fantasy
It was only a fantasy
love can never speak
in the Silence we seek,
we are lonely in the folds of flesh,
aching to be touched,
weeping
divisions of a solitary image
burning in our hearts.
— Kailashana, Aug 29, 2008
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Critiques
themoonman
17 years 9 months ago
Anna...
Kailashana
17 years 9 months ago
;-) nothing quite like a
easylife_2
17 years 9 months ago
Very good write
Kailashana
17 years 9 months ago
Thanks. btw is life really
easylife_2
17 years 9 months ago
We try to
Arrow
17 years 9 months ago
Ok, I only read 2
Kailashana
17 years 9 months ago
Gnat? Now *I* have a