Kailashana

Mar 16, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

I have nothing more to say

There comes a day
when the fingers type these words:
"I have no poem to submit"
when and if that day comes,
comes
the final act of submission

I listen to the wind through bare trees.
I hear the Om playing with my fingers.
I feel the earth move destiny inside me.
I tie myself to nothing that is not my poem.

— Kailashana, Mar 16, 2010

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Ladderwords

16 years 2 months ago

And it is a poem. Bukowski

And it is a poem. Bukowski wrote entire pages about not being able to write. I suppose our creative spirit always finds a way out. I've enjoyed your writer's block; it has brought a smile to my face on this night of worry.

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

TY for reading. I hope your

TY for reading. I hope your night of worry became your day of joy. ~A "To love another person is to see the face of God." Les Miserables

Mark

16 years 2 months ago

Love

Love the last line here and what you tie yourself to while the wait ;) Mark FlexAbilities

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

Imprisoned. Who are we when

Imprisoned. Who are we when we are *free*? TY Mark, you always understand. ~A "To love another person is to see the face of God." Les Miserables

Will Wright

16 years 2 months ago

What is a poem?

I'm thinking - wouldn't it be interesting to write a one word poem? And the final act of submission, when you no longer have a poem - love it, love the double meaning. And possibly so true? When the big questions have been answered - the sadhu's quest - there is only the washerwoman's joy. The work, the children, the little miracles that we overlook, take for granted. Then, when we're still - enlightenment! Everything Is. the conjugation of To Be.

Rob Graber

16 years 2 months ago

A No-Word Poem

Well, one way to make a single word recognizable as a poem would be to convey its poemness in the title. Actually, I posted the following no-word poem on poetbay.com a year or two ago, entitled "Blank Verse":

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

Poem. (A one-word

Poem. (A one-word poem.) Indeed, and the singularity of To Be is I Am. Thank you. ~A "To love another person is to see the face of God." Les Miserables

Seren

16 years 2 months ago

Dearest Mum

the silence that breathed om through all galaxies is complete thats what you made me think of when you mentioned submission ... beautiful poetry dear one love and biggest hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

Phew! I’m not the kiss of

Phew! I'm not the kiss of Judas. (You do remember that poem I wrote?) We need to talk. Love my Lady Jayne, Mum "To love another person is to see the face of God." Les Miserables

Rob Graber

16 years 2 months ago

Stimulating!

When the poems stop, the poetry becomes possible--or inevitable? I have nothing more to say.

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

Creativity is stimulating,

Creativity is stimulating, n'est-ce pas? Infinite ways to say nothing and let the light shine. Thank you, Rob. ~A "To love another person is to see the face of God." Les Miserables

judyanne

16 years 2 months ago

perfect description of writers block

the Om of nothingness. love it judd

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

I like that Judd….

I like that Judd.... "writers block -- the Om of nothingness". One of us should title our book of poems that. lol. Thank you. ~A "To love another person is to see the face of God." Les Miserables

Nordic cloud

16 years 2 months ago

You spin the yarn just the same whatever you utter

Ann of Norway Listen to the OM and poetry is in the sound, the threads of rhythm come through whatever we see or hear or do, nothing is blank; but we don't write poetry in order to send in a poem every day, or do we, I don't. Is it expected of us? I do when I feel like it. Or we do when we have the time, some of us are busy housewives and teachers etc, so we are honoured to get poetry from them. You spin the yarn just the same whatever you utter dear Anna, Ann with love as aye.

odd molly

16 years 2 months ago

It is just a simple poem but

It is just a simple poem but how I love it!! Because I think that the nothingness is the place where we should look. And is it not beautiful that everything is poetry. love your writing. love. o molly