Maya

1.

Maya wrote:
"I know why the caged bird sings."

There is no stopping
heart's
amaranthine song

from where the river wide
and deep

does sleep

o' light dance
across
what dreams
may come

heaven
and earth, hell

without poet,
no poem

without sword
no pen

bleeding
truth
abiding

2.

Maya rises
from churning sea,
human skulls
around her neck

— Kailashana, Jul 14, 2009

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bjp

16 years 10 months ago

Anna,

There is a ceder dancing in my vision amidst some bluster and a rampaging lament It has a lithe bend like a feminine knee rocking for an un-razored face moving tongues upon my rock wall cresting stanzas upon enamor's roar Brian

Kailashana

16 years 10 months ago

Thank you for gracing my

Thank you for gracing my poem with yours; you are a true poet, I know it's not easy to do... and you write with imagination, creativity, immersion and love, for this I congratulate and thank you. ~A p.s...ceder...as in yield or cedar as in tree? "Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood." T. S. Eliot

bjp

16 years 10 months ago

Anna,

Thank you for you sweet return comments. I do like poeming to you. You seem to like it and that inspires me. And finding the inspirational is so important in most things, isn't it? On your p.s., I did mean cedar. Thank you asking. Brian

meic

16 years 10 months ago

Amaranthine … lovely word

Amaranthine ... lovely word - the fulcrum [I think] to the poem. The words seem to swing around its centre - whatever the appearance, 'tis amaranthine, unfading. Truly engaging. Mike "not all matterings of mind equal one violet" ~ e e cummings ~

Kailashana

16 years 10 months ago

Hi again, Meic, yes

Hi again, Meic, yes *Amaranthine* in all its definitions.... seldom is there a single word that is THAT central to a poem...and *engaging* is quite apropos. ~A "Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood." T. S. Eliot