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Jaguar Woman

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Jaguar Woman


In the blue hours of the morning
just moments before sunrise
seeding colour with the day,
I awaken in a pitch-black growl,
hungry with the thought of You,

feed me words...

Your every word
my Love, feed me Your anger,
Your hatred, Your disgust, Your distrust,
Your lust,
feed me with every word you think
keeps us apart, feed me until You
are empty and the silence of the
dawn spills into Your hungry
heart

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Ritual


The trees are bare now
the red and gold long gone

the landscape is cold inside this fire
hunting is a prayerful thing
when it whispers prayers into a bitter wind

my moccasins are wet
though my blanket is still warm with
the colours of those fallen leaves

I have no gifts
to bring in November

but this sacred beating of my heart,
this wordless ritual
I have woven into this
marriage basket of my love





— Kailashana, Nov 27, 2008

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Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 6 months ago

This is truly annoying. Why

This is truly annoying. Why the format change? Please correct it!!! This is the way it should read/be seen. 1. Jaguar Woman In the blue hours of the morning just moments before sunrise seeding colour with the day, I awaken in a pitch-black growl, hungry with the thought of You, feed me words... Your every word my Love, feed me Your anger, Your hatred, Your disgust, Your distrust, Your lust, feed me with every word you think keeps us apart, feed me until You are empty and the silence of the dawn spills into Your hungry heart 2. Ritual The trees are bare now the red and gold long gone the landscape is cold inside this fire hunting is a prayerful thing when it whispers prayers into a bitter wind my moccasins are wet though my blanket is still warm with the colours of those fallen leaves I have no gifts to bring in November but this sacred beating of my heart, this wordless ritual I have woven into this marriage basket of my love "Speech is blasphemy. Silence a lie. Above speech and silence is a way out." I-tuan.
Kailashana

Kailashana

17 years 6 months ago

O i c Neopoet is *toying*

O i c Neopoet is *toying* with me this morning... it appears correctly on the stream... As a note: the *marriage basket* is a Native American ritual.. http://www.sweetmedicineshoppe.com/index.asp?PageAction=Custom&ID=9 in the context of this poem, it is the eternal weaving together of spirits in the spirit of love. ~A W"Speech is blasphemy. Silence a lie. Above speech and silence is a way out." I-tuan.
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 6 months ago

Hi Anna...

I do hope this one goes through... Jaguar woman... loved it... and the Ritual... but out of the two I would have to say the hunger in the first one stirred me more... Richard
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Arrow

17 years 6 months ago

#1

I don't know the intended message but it reminds me of when my sig. other got cancer. There was a lot of ugliness that had to be "eaten," for the good of us as individuals and as a couple. It's hard to find people willing to engage in such a feeding frenzy. This was a meaningful write for me.
M

MEYECEE

17 years 6 months ago

yo anna

liked J/W