Kailashana

Jul 11, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

when a dialogue becomes a poem ~

from words to poems

…we have reached a state of union
where Dialogue becomes Poem

i say:

“give me a friend
such as you,
and i have a life.”

you say:

“I see myself, posed, alone,
strong, tragic, beautiful,
but someone else must see,
not just see,
but see the pose.”

“I praise all belief
that you are you.”

i answer:

“we can only truly see ourselves
in another’s reflection…
rarely does it happen… and when it does…
we see ourselves exactly as you described,
my Love.

but tell me, my Beloved… who is Narcissus
and who is the River?"

We bow in recognition.

— Kailashana, Jul 11, 2009

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Seren

16 years 11 months ago

My god Anna I read this

My god Anna I read this earlier tonight somewhere else, and I think you know where I read it, there was even a link to the neopoet water something poem which shocked me and I think there was a podcast or something else ... funny were my wanders round the net takes me reading poetry ... loved it then love it now LOL are you that Anna too ? (hugz) wonderful wonderful serendipity is hard at work today ....Love Jayne x x

Kailashana

16 years 11 months ago

Lol. Jayne… my atoms ARE

Lol. Jayne... my atoms ARE all over the net, or is it my shit? lol. See...we're all part of this great conspiracy... trying to bring back heaven to earth... even though we never left Eden but in thought..... ;-) Love, Anna HUGZ, hope you're feeling better... "It is unwise to be too sure of one's own wisdom. It is healthy to be reminded that the strongest might weaken and the wisest might err." Mahatma Gandhi

Seren

16 years 11 months ago

I would say Atoms

they shine like them lol we are all part of the big conspiracy ... 'heaven can be found on earth,we all just have to look inside ourselves' and you can quote me on that LOL (hug) ... Much Love Jayne x x

bjp

16 years 11 months ago

Dear Anna,

but tell me, my Beloved… who is Narcissus and who is the River?” each other's narcissus and river washing blood from each graze no hinges squeaking open but lament's symphonic creak foreborn and unbearable those absent endless laps against this dock post as soundings from a ripple Brian

Kailashana

16 years 11 months ago

a drop of endless

a drop of endless sky fractures vision ~A TY Brian "Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood." T. S. Eliot

Kailashana

16 years 11 months ago

LOL, my poetry must be

LOL, my poetry must be better than my conversations... that was verbatum... Hugs, Anna "Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood." T. S. Eliot

Ink Dragon

16 years 11 months ago

Anna,

a clean five for the pure emotional impact of this poem! Fighting back tears, ~Nina

Kailashana

16 years 11 months ago

You’re beautiful with

You're beautiful with tears in your I's. (& without) Love. ~A "Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood." T. S. Eliot

Orphani

16 years 4 months ago

You answer so much in my

You answer so much in my heart in every word. B i answer: “we can only truly see ourselves in another’s reflection… rarely does it happen… and when it does… we see ourselves exactly as you described, my Love.

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

Love is the answer to every

Love is the answer to every question, the first one is always how can I love myself with You? ~A

Orphani

16 years 4 months ago

Love should not be a loss of

Love should not be a loss of self, but an awakening to deeper meanings. Not a binding of two paths into one, but an oasis for two travelers that do not share every path, but share the love of their fellow traveler, and as a mother welcomes home her child, so each partner welcomes their own into their heart, upon their return. Though they will never walk each step together, they shall never take one step alone.They shall always be friends and agree to disagree;on those paths they cannot walk together, and so grow stronger in their tolerance. For that which binds is greater then that which divides, and that which binds is love. B

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

Ahhh, love…should not….

Ahhh, love...should not.... and yet it is... love loses itself in the experience of *YOU*. In the greater context of living life, there is only I and *Thou*. That includes every thing that IS in One experience of *self* and *other*. So be it. You and I are as partners, one to the other to the One... are intrinsic in shaping the world we come to know together. And so it is. ~A