desolation

depression

I bring an utter desolation
from North Dakota's Badlands
that is
winter, abiding
and lingering
ice trails to and from,
hoof tracks, a bison
dying
inside a poet,
three mustangs
free to roam,
unbridled, unbranded

do not try to find me
I've already returned.

— Kailashana, Jan 09, 2010

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Seren

16 years 5 months ago

and I am already gone … we

and I am already gone ... we are a matching pair not unlike the ying/yang ... same shit different day lol love you ma ... mwah x x x x huggles Jayne-Chloe x x x

Kailashana

16 years 5 months ago

Hi Love,I just wrote to

Hi Love, I just wrote to Richard: "It hurts so much to be alive often enough to remind us that we are alive." That's about it. Hugs and kisses, Mum

RobertKnott

16 years 5 months ago

love this

winter has the longer feel of any, yet, you turn its many days to spring~

Kailashana

16 years 5 months ago

http://blog.lib.umn.edu/lieb0

http://blog.lib.umn.edu/lieb0128/architecure/Links/Badlands%20in%20Winter.jpg http://www.searchpictures.net/selected_daily_photos/badlands_national_park_in_winter,_south_dakota_-_800x600.jpg http://lynnseldon.com/photos/samples507.jpg

Nordic cloud

16 years 5 months ago

Alone in the immensity of the universe

Yes the mustangs here would be huddled together moskus/musk ox, animals in their heavy hanging coats defying the weather with their love if its cold, being always dressed in their Winter coats, they are used to the blasts of icy wind and the ever falling snow crystals blinking them off in stubborn patience. Oh that photo of the Badlands is so beautifully vast and white and cold and delicious in its way, those wide expanses thrill me and pull me towards them like a drug its prey, I am not sure quite why, there is a total fascination for me as if one were there, where infinity meets me, eternity hides and is about to be revealed, its strange wonder-awakening void is so special, especially given the opposite with the roar of a modern town, its silence stuns and is the greatest choral music in the mind, and a slight feeling of euphoric madness defines this, for me, exciting and indescribably intense. Alone in the immensity of the universe, I love that aspect, that feeling of being so tiny a speck on the surface of just one of the planets in this wondrous universe. I understand your reaction but do not share it, as this is food for thought and there is the space for much thought in those undulating hills where the soul is laid bare and can reflect the sky in its understanding. But the poem is fine for that, you have expressed the desolation with poignancy and intensely too. Love from your insane sister Ann in the wild Vidda's of Norway.

Kailashana

16 years 5 months ago

My sister Ann of Norway’s

My sister Ann of Norway's Viddas... I have traversed that aloneness and emptiness so often in my life and recognize it in others. Sometimes that devastation I feel, is not *mine*...nevertheless, returning home from the endless expanse of nothingness...miles and miles of nothing... not even another car in the dead of winter... and I return to the emptiness, the nothingness of my home, where memories have grown cold.... ...That is the return of which I write, which never leaves, not really. And yet, I exist, still. Love, Anna (the sun came out, finally!)

Orphani

16 years 5 months ago

Beautiful words. B

Pamela A. Lamppa

16 years 5 months ago

winter finds our raw edges

Winter, when it comes in cold and frigid, finds our raw edges so easily and sometimes, we just need to go there. Beautifully pure and straight from the heart. A pleasure to read and enjoy. ~Pamela