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Jun 15, 2010
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poetry is like this
honed on a whetstone
like arrows to the heart
poetry is like this
but we live in an anteroom
and Jesus is waiting for us to
walk across the water, he has
towels in one hand and
a gleam in his eye
he's waiting for you to write a perfect poem
to shoot you down
from heaven
but you have not wings,
words are all you have
to give your heart away.*
like arrows to the heart
poetry is like this
but we live in an anteroom
and Jesus is waiting for us to
walk across the water, he has
towels in one hand and
a gleam in his eye
he's waiting for you to write a perfect poem
to shoot you down
from heaven
but you have not wings,
words are all you have
to give your heart away.*
— Kailashana, Jun 15, 2010
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Beauregard
15 years 11 months ago
That second stanza
Kailashana
15 years 11 months ago
I was aiming for your foot.
jetz
15 years 11 months ago
Yep, we all have one….an
Kailashana
15 years 11 months ago
You can count on that being
Arrow
15 years 11 months ago
Arrows to the heart--
Kailashana
15 years 11 months ago
It’s not like that,
Kailashana
15 years 11 months ago
Totally missed the *an*
Seren
15 years 11 months ago
Wow .. I am sleep dep, but I
Kailashana
15 years 11 months ago
Nite, JC, many hugs.
Seren
15 years 11 months ago
its 1pm … I only had
Lonnie
15 years 11 months ago
This one deserves praise!
Kailashana
15 years 11 months ago
Stop that! I’ll start
Dalton
15 years 11 months ago
nice to have a poem from you
Kailashana
15 years 11 months ago
Much of my early poetry was
pleiades
15 years 11 months ago
penultimate linewords
Kailashana
15 years 11 months ago
Indeed. I am a word made
shirley harrison
15 years 11 months ago
Anna Wonderful
Nordic cloud
15 years 11 months ago
...the song of the warblers echoing through the tall woods