Chai Posted January 28, 2009 Report Share Posted January 28, 2009 So, I wrote this a while back...and it's sortof a vague little poem, about the experience of grief, and hope for some sort of newness, while still remembering our loved ones...It's not very direct. I guess you could call it...metaphorical. Not sure if it makes sense, but anyway... Untitledby ChaiPendulum pendulumendlessly shaking, wakingwaking the prisoner.He walks, he drifts,his eyes lift from the mistand meet the sun that hassuddenly come intobeing.Being new, being alivehe walks into the horizonSteps across a fieldof yellow lightsNo anger, no frightfrom the night anymoreHis heart is not soreNor do his handstremble in rage, insustenance lostHe is found, he isa cacophony of melodiesthat stutter and sinkand slide into a newfalling, a water fallingof jubilant criesand sighs andno more lies.Speak, shout, leapthrough the air likethe porpoise, the gazelleaway from grief, from hellfrom the need to neednothing at all.Now it is falland the golden leavesglitter, sparkle, liein warm beds on the groundwhispering, whispering ofthe love and lightthat they have received.________________________ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kath Posted January 31, 2009 Report Share Posted January 31, 2009 Chai,I think your poem is amazing. It speaks volumes of our struggle, the chaos, the hope for our loved ones. Thank you for sharing it.Kath Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chai Posted February 5, 2009 Author Report Share Posted February 5, 2009 Thank you very much, kath. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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