Beggar

I almost loved you enough
to make you real
but then I went back to sleep
and sometimes it rains
in January,
then the streets turn to ice,
and there is this beggar in my heart
embracing me,
breathing me into oblivion.

Come closer now,
see how
sensual the rose of desire
unfolding,
see how translucent my skin.

— Kailashana, Apr 26, 2009

Critiques

Kailashana

17 years 3 months ago

Unfortunately sans computer

Unfortunately sans computer 24/4 I was unable to post this *timely* poem about the 21 polo ponies, but I did want to share it... 21 polo ponies died today how grizzly death is for the noble herd, in Paris they eat horses don't they? America slaughters for meat averts the eye that questions the why 21 polo ponies died today. Anti horse slaughter legislation reintroduced 3/09 http://www.avma.org/onlnews/javma/mar09/090301i.asp scroll down for your state: http://www.awionline.org/legislation/horse_slaughter/supporters_of_ahspa.htm _________________

Majeedahs_Umi

17 years 3 months ago

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nice.. very nice be blessed, brandi

Kailashana

17 years 2 months ago

Thanks Brandi, much love and

Thanks Brandi, much love and many hugs to all your little girls, so pretty in pink. ;-) ~A "The way you make love is the way God will be with you." Rumi

meic

17 years 3 months ago

The second stanza sets

The second stanza sets precious echoes reverberating - exquisite. In the first stanza the beggar in your heart is priviledged to be of service, safe from the ice-slicked January streets. This is a piece which I'm sure will yield more meanings the more I read it. Mike "not all matterings of mind equal one violet" ~ e e cummings ~

Kailashana

17 years 2 months ago

I was hoping you’d say

I was hoping you'd say that. ~A "The way you make love is the way God will be with you." Rumi

Bosscombat

17 years 2 months ago

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briiliant...thats all i have to say :) Bosscombat

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