Kailashana

Jan 20, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Love

Perhaps
when poets have no more to say
and the night holds back a tear,
then and only then
will true love appear,
the gift of silence
like a flower pressed
inside a poet's book,
closely held to wanton breast,

We are but sky-blue butterflies
in an elaborate
and exquisite collection
caught
in the formaldehyde of time
our last flutter
a sigh...

— Kailashana, Jan 20, 2009

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Rett

17 years 4 months ago

ROFLMAO

Thanks Anna, that comment made my day! Now, for the poem. I only have one itty bitty word to say about it.. What? AWESOME! I loved it! Shux, that's four! One day I will learn to count. Respectfully, Rett: "Next time you think you're perfect, walk on water."

Kailashana

17 years 4 months ago

I like making your day,

I like making your day, Rett....er wait a minute.... were you talkin' Joseph Stinsonesque? LOL. Hug. ~A "All in all, it's just another brick in the wall." Pink Floyd There are no walls except for the ones we build. ~me~

Electric Blue

17 years 4 months ago

Love

Anna This is exquisite my friend. It is great to see such wordmanship. The night holds back the tear then and only then true love appears and the gift of silence our last flutter our last sigh Electricblue

Kailashana

17 years 4 months ago

Ahhhh. electricblue, you

Ahhhh. electricblue, you distilled the poem beautifully! Shall we drink to Love! ~A "All in all, it's just another brick in the wall." Pink Floyd There are no walls except for the ones we build. ~me~

Janice Pearce

17 years 4 months ago

Love

~A This one touched my heart deeply, for I felt it~ _____________________________ To write a touching poem, you must gently stir the soul, if it brings forth tears or smiles, then the story was beautifully told. ________Janice Pearce_________

Kailashana

17 years 4 months ago

Thanks Janice, it takes a

Thanks Janice, it takes a Lover to feel Love. ~A "All in all, it's just another brick in the wall." Pink Floyd There are no walls except for the ones we build. ~me~

yenti

17 years 4 months ago

the notebook

I had a notebook given to me by some poetry publishing group about the year 2000. On each page it had a quote from famous poets with a space to write on. I wrote on each page according to the poets lines there, for one of our family friends on completion I gave it to her. The lady was 50 when she passed to the spirit world in 2002, her anniversary is tomorrow, her son gave the book back to me, as he found it with her belongings, in her room. So your lines brought her memory closer today, we always light a candle for each of our spirit friends or family on their anniversaries, both birthdays and passings. Thank you for your words, Yours Ian.T

Kailashana

17 years 4 months ago

Beautiful ritual, Ian.

Beautiful ritual, Ian. Reminds me of the movie *Bridges over Madison County*, (a bit maudlin). Though poetry hadn't reentered my life yet, the storyline of her children finding out about their mother's life as a real woman was an aha moment for me. I think after my ashes are scattered, my children will find much about me they only *suspected*. Lol. We carry all the spirits of those whom we knew and loved with us, they are angels of thought, eh? ~Anna "All in all, it's just another brick in the wall." Pink Floyd There are no walls except for the ones we build. ~me~

professor

17 years 4 months ago

The sound of silence

I know only too well how sometimes silence is the only valid poetic expression of love Anna. Perhaps we should strive in words to express what is beyond words but love can still seem to stifle all words in a single look. We are on the same wavelength as always lol. I much enjoyed the poem of course. Keith

Kailashana

17 years 4 months ago

….”in a single look”,

...."in a single look", perhaps, perhaps not, Keith. And for once we may not be on the same wavelength....Silence is.........so silent, lol. ~A "All in all, it's just another brick in the wall." Pink Floyd There are no walls except for the ones we build. ~me~

Conect11

17 years 4 months ago

the second

stanza, with the exception of "formaldehyde," blows me away. A very calm and serence poem, peaceful. I want to go plant a flower now... oh wait, it's January. Mark W. Galatians 5:22-23 "22 But the Holy Spirit produces this kind of fruit in our lives: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness, and self-control. Against these, there is no law!" My favorite verse(s) in the Bible

Kailashana

17 years 4 months ago

Welllllllll….. Mark, I

Welllllllll..... Mark, I AIN'T changing it. Lol. You can always plant some bulbs indoors now... paperwhite narcissus, hyacinth, tulips.... my hibiscus trees are blooming inside like crazy.... in the spring I relocate them to my deck. Got to have green and colour in my life... no matter how frigid the world. ~A "All in all, it's just another brick in the wall." Pink Floyd There are no walls except for the ones we build. ~me~

Conect11

17 years 4 months ago

nor would I

ask you to change it, you're in charge of this poem, not me! :) I simply will hold my nose, formaldehyde is super stinky! Let me get to the garden store, lol! Mark W. Galatians 5:22-23 "22 But the Holy Spirit produces this kind of fruit in our lives: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness, and self-control. Against these, there is no law!" My favorite verse(s) in the Bible

Kailashana

17 years 4 months ago

If I remember my study of

If I remember my study of lepidopterology, formaldehyde was used to kill them in order to pin the *specimens* without physical injury and thus ruining the perfect specimen. Quite gruesome. Do you have a green thumb? ~A "All in all, it's just another brick in the wall." Pink Floyd There are no walls except for the ones we build. ~me~

Conect11

17 years 4 months ago

looks at thumb

no,the last Martian I met didn't leave me hers :( Mark W. Galatians 5:22-23 "22 But the Holy Spirit produces this kind of fruit in our lives: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness, and self-control. Against these, there is no law!" My favorite verse(s) in the Bible

Nordic cloud

17 years 4 months ago

I can relate to this

OOO fomaldehyde is so devilishly poisonous, I once used it on a weed, it died. Yes I can relate to this poem and I love the little brilliantly pale blue butterfly. There was one that had just come out of its crysallis at dawn, when I was camping in France in a meadow, and as I lifted my eyes and there, coming through the dew-wet long grasses and flowers was a middle-aged woman, she was dressed in her dressing-gown, slippers, her hair towsled her arms held out towards the sky and she said "Je suis poête" je suie poête" and we didn't doubt her. Ann

Kailashana

17 years 4 months ago

Ann, what a superb image! A

Ann, what a superb image! A blue butterfly ~ "Je suie poête” . Mais oui, elle est morte. Une fleur du printemp, je suis morte. (Haven't used the little French I know for ages, forgive me ;-) ~A

prayersbyPatty

17 years 4 months ago

Anna

really enjoyed this one. I like the thought of the blue butterfly and silence can be refreshing. I liked the line "when the night holds back a tear" This was very good. Patty