poems we drown in

fait vos jeux
spin the karmic wheel...

on a warm Spring day last month,
or perhaps the month before,
in a field of lemon-ripe daffodils and twisted tulips
bowing to the butternut sun
in my mind's eye
you are a sharp turn
grazing skin and bone, a blood-letting
seeping into my awareness,
I wanted to write for you a bouquet
of Shasta daises,
poetry that eats this perilous light....

a resilient poem near the breakwater of words ,
dark music spinning
when the flesh is weak
and the heart is but a songbird's trill
lest we forget how we tasted
in each other's mouths
and we drown in unread poems,
or poems we have unwritten.

— Kailashana, May 26, 2010

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Seren

16 years ago

Dear Mum

Lovely poetry darlin ... I ran out of superlatives for your poetry long ago ... but poignantly sad says it all applause love and big hugs JayCee x x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")

Kailashana

16 years ago

I adore your new Avatar. If

I adore your new Avatar. If I were younger I would have chosen the same one, there was a similar one I fell in love with some time ago. It speaks elegantly for you. Thanks for reading, but I too, could use some help, as you can see I made some changes... Hopefully this works better. All feedback for pruning my poetry is much appreciated. ~ "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta

Seren

16 years ago

I was sick of looking at my

I was sick of looking at my own face hers in much nicer ... I really loved this one ... would you mind much if I had a go at editing one of yours? would love to try one on this, in the morning its half three I am brain dead atm lol love and big hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")

Seren

16 years ago

there you go I had a fiddle

there you go I had a fiddle with it ... please dont shoot me lol I love you a warm Spring day last month, or perhaps the month before, in a field of lemon-ripe daffodils and twisted tulips bowing to the butternut sun in my mind’s eye you are a sharp turn grazing skin and bone, a blood-letting seeping into my awareness, I wanted to write for you a bouquet of Shasta daises, poetry that eats a perilous light…. a resilient poem the breakwater of words , dark music spinning when the flesh is weak the heart is but a songbird’s trill lest we forget how we tasted in each other’s mouths and drown in the unread poems, or words we have unwritten. love JayCee x x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")

Kailashana

16 years ago

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!~“Just as

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! ~ "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta

CyberSpace

15 years 12 months ago

lol I like both versions but

lol I like both versions but I am staying in the safe zone great poem mum love snake xoxoxox