Kailashana

Jul 16, 2009 ⭐ See this poem's read count — a supporter feature

a lotus blossoms

a lotus blossoms

when the crested moon
falls
waveless in the night
when the longing of my soul
breaks the silence
of my heart,
a tender breeze
of You
shall return
me
from a distant shore

the pleasure of my pen
the suffering of my hands
until i
say no more
and You will understand
why
the nightingale must sing
the white dove must fly.

— Kailashana, Jul 16, 2009

Critiques

faerybeki

17 years ago

Anna, you’re beautiful :)

Anna, you're beautiful :) Oh this piece has such a gentle acceptance to it. I'm reminded of that saying, 'you can't push the river'. I flow when I read you, much love Beki xx

Kailashana

17 years ago

Hi Beki, since i have a

Hi Beki, since i have a muse.... it seems that my poems are evolving... Thanks dear.... & i'm reminded of *mirrors*..... ~ love, always ~A "Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood." T. S. Eliot

meic

17 years ago

... such a night

such a night when stars count themselves and a wink's as good as a nod to the blindest eye such a night when the very air trembles and lifts beneath the slow beat of wings and soft exhalations such a night when tears cry themselves and cling tenaciously to the leaf-tips of the weeping cherry tree such a night to listen and learn Beautiful, Anna, just beautiful Mike "not all matterings of mind equal one violet" ~ e e cummings ~

Kailashana

17 years ago

Hi (((((((Meic)))))) your

Hi (((((((Meic)))))) your presence has been missed.... i'm honoured to have inspired your poem.... such a night, indeed.... ~A "Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood." T. S. Eliot

hugo la rosa

17 years ago

Great Poem

Your poem is great! It reads like a song, and it has a lyric, authentic voice from the heart.

Kailashana

17 years ago

Sadly, I am no singer or

Sadly, I am no singer or musician and I am eternally envious of those who add singer/musician/artist to their repertoire...even though, I had noticed this one lends itself to my heart's music... Thank you. ~A "Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood." T. S. Eliot

bjp

17 years ago

Anna,

reside in the salt of winds stinging the eyes and flavouring each duct’s drop with brine tasting of journeys’ corroding ways within our flesh like tattoos of frenzy. Brian

Nordic cloud

16 years 5 months ago

Dearest sister Anna. Just beautiful.

O how I just love that crescent moon like a ship on a waveless sea, and your longing is the sound of your broken heart, and the lotus blossom's soft sweet melody of memory guides your pen, your hand and your heart to the faint beauty of the nightingale's hesitation. Yes like my Longobardolino you have the wings of the dove those of peace and joy in the melancholy dew of this unjust world. Dearest sister Anna. Just beautiful. My love as ever from me to you.

Seren

16 years 5 months ago

Just a sigh for this one mum

Just a sigh for this one mum ... from mine to Joes to this ... I am going to sleep with some peace tonight everything I ahve read has been sotthing in some way brilliant night for reading ... sigh again love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x

magics02

16 years 5 months ago

Wonderful

Just the imagery in this poem speaks to me. Great one Kaily. Mona

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