No Amnesty

Last night
I wrote a poem with the scent of zinnias
in my lucent technicolour dream;
this morning is absurd,
not a trace of either remain
must have been the streetcleaners working
in boulevards and avenues along one-way rhymes
that go with nothing at all, not even with my
little black dress and pearls;
but I still believe in love today, though it is
dark outside and you have a warm body
near you, glowing from your touch.

I read a pamphlet with indigo words: "Do not be
discouraged, you are not forgotten.' in French,
Chinese, Arab and Spanish.

Torture comes in all languages.
Poets come with their own.

— Kailashana, Dec 16, 2009

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Cloudthings

16 years 5 months ago

... you do gentle devastation like Van Gough does with paint.

Bloody hell Anna, every now & then I think there must be a time when your poems don't gut me or sink to my soul or my heart so completely... but it seems not, this was an incredible ride, gorgeously played, the lovely reflection stolen away & yet you find still goodness, I love this complex expression, this so life like experience, almost tangible you write it so clearly.... Ahhh I am such a fan! Torture comes in all languages. Poets come with their own. But beautiful Anna, how could you EVER be forgotten... Yet, I get the poem so deeply I feel I bleed... you do gentle devastation like Van Gough does with paint. Cheers Anni~ "To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man." ~William Shakespeare, Hamlet. H.H. the Dalai Lama

Candlewitch

16 years 5 months ago

You are a soft and gentle angel

who has captured my heart and imagination. My favorite lines: Torture comes in all languages. Poets come with their own. Always, Cat

Diatom Shells

16 years 5 months ago

hello you

Nice write! I like the old world feel here but dreams dissipate with pink soap eh? well happy holidays much love to you deary.

Kailashana

16 years 5 months ago

Thanks for reading gentle

Thanks for reading gentle (sometimes ;-) Ladies. Life goes on...until it doesn't. Next! Love. ~A p.s. The quoted text is from Amnesty International. A worthy cause. http://www.amnesty.org/ Don’t let your victories go to your head, or your failures go to your heart.

Seren

16 years 5 months ago

Dearest Mum

This is one hell of a poem ...and those last two lines ? killers ... poets have been writing through revolutions and evolutions ... and your words?shall be here till the end of time ... surviving us all beautifully written ... love and hugs Jayne x x

weirdelf

16 years 5 months ago

All that Anni and the others said

Honestly, I try to give you some concrete critique but can usually only think of ways to make your works different, not better. Cheers, Jess, whose nature is irrepressible