It Is So Written

You take my soul
you dip me Magellan Blue
with utmost care

for you have found my hiding place
behind an ancient timepiece
shamed into abeyance
where shadows reach not.

Now you ring me out with both your
hands, strong and chiseled
I feel your purpose

You have made me ready--

Now you write, this fine perfect
writing tool I am

my feet a feather tip, I am the swirl
of your letters, the crosses of your
words.

Oh, what writing we write!

And now
the parchment yellows
crumbles in your hands
and blows away in your exhale--

Return me gently
to my hiding place.

You have used me well.

— Kailashana, Oct 17, 2009

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Kailashana

16 years 7 months ago

Dear Darkening Ground ~

Dear Darkening Ground ~ Rilke Dear darkening ground, you've endured so patiently the walls we've built, perhaps you'll give the cities one more hour and grant the churches and cloisters two. And those that labor--maybe you'll let their work grip them another five hours, or seven before you become forest again, and widening wilderness in that hour of inconceivable terror when you take back your name from all things. Just give me a little more time! I want to love the things as no one has thought to love them, until they're real and ripe and worthy of you. I want only seven days, seven on which no one has ever written himself-- seven pages of solitude. There will be a book that includes these pages, and she who takes it in her hands will be staring at it a long time, until she feels that she is being held and you are writing.

W.C.Wampler

16 years 7 months ago

...It Is So...poem...plus Rilke..

Kaila., Your freestyle poem is a wonderful and womanly, erotically charged sentiment. Nicely done. It stands well beside Rilke's great work. How beautiful... "Return me gently to my hiding place. You have used me well." wcw

Kailashana

16 years 7 months ago

The end of Rilke’s poem

The end of Rilke's poem "There will be a book that includes these pages, and she who takes it in her hands will be staring at it a long time, until she feels that she is being held and you are writing." That is absolutely incredibly in line with the intent of my poem. Not that I think it is of the same caliber, just that the lines were so freaking similar, evoking the same sense. ~A There are no strangers in Paradise.

Seren

16 years 7 months ago

Dearest Annamom

Lately I have felt lost in words ... losing my way ... not inspired ... but this just .... blew my mind both your poem and the Rilke ... I think I may go hide till I am found, Magellan blue sounds nice to be found in ... And my mind just wandered away ... I better go find it ... see I am always inspired by you ... there are times when in inspiration I am dumbstruck ... todays not one of them ... Thank you for helping me find my way again Love and higgest bugs Jaughter x x x x Much Love from Snake he loves this one as well,I just read it to him ..(huggles)

Nordic cloud

16 years 7 months ago

Oh Anna of the penetrated veils of existence

Oh Anna of the penetrated veils of existence, you capture soul and mind and wrap it in such delicate leaves of poetry that we feel caressed by YOUR enlightenment, as if we too had shared, for the moment we read your poem, the wonder of things out of reach, open in the sky yet unseen from our personal hiding places of the mind. It is almost a religious ecstasy, what you describe here; how different can that be from such enlightenment I wonder? Where our whole being like being in love, gives up its identity, and allows the flow of energy from that of the earths own spirit, take over and reveal hitherto hidden realms of experience, more potent, more powerful than we had ever known existed. I know not, and yet, I have tasted the honey from the lips of loves and the intoxication is of the same magical oneness with all things, with the atoms, the earth and the stars to use them as metaphors, and for the blaze of recognition they inspire. This I like, as you gather, and you are capable of expressing the whole sense of the happening to us as in this poem, and in others you have posted here and we wonder and feel the glow from your inner hidden self as we read them. Thank you Anna for sharing yourself with us, Sister. Ann of Norway. Chiseled = chiselled

Kailashana

16 years 7 months ago

Thank you all for reading.

Thank you all for reading. We are here to touch one another's hearts and sometimes to break them. To open them. ~A p.s. Either is acceptable, sister Ann, whose reply is ever prose poetry. http://www.yourdictionary.com/chiseled There are no strangers in Paradise.

Nordic cloud

16 years 7 months ago

the sound of the spoken word ChiZZel

Oh I do beg your pardon. Dear sister Anna, I was too hasty and my English correcting 'thing' told me so and I didn't think American at that moment, as I usually do so it got in here I am sorry. Its probably not even American here, maybe! from the sound of the spoken word ChiZZel should have in it don't you think, whoever made it up in the first place? That's always a consideration, its all so haphazard and wonderfully absurd, language, in spite of all it declensions and grammatical explanations isn't it? 'Tis you who bring out the comments from some hidden part of my brain, you inspire' it' to write what it thinks and sometimes surprises even myself. Hope I don't break any ones heart oh you make me feel nervous. Yes we are here to move each other an even help each other and probably more too, vive la companie! Salute Anna of the diaphanous words from your sister in poetising with love Ann

lyz

16 years 7 months ago

Lovely.

Not really the right word for this wonderful piece, but it is a gem, well written and a peaceful feeling emits from your words. I very much enjoyed this and in all our hearts, you are held, in high esteem. Love Lyz. XX