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nana would make me bran muffins

Author: discombobulated
ASL Info:    26/m/nz
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things i think, i guess.
in media-res, that one moment.

nana would make me bran muffins

nana would make me bran muffins. i'm reminded of them
here, tonight, an incense stick keeping me company,
a glam-rock outfit on in readiness for ahi's 21st.

ahilapalapa is her full name, one of those remarkable
polynesian outpourings of fullness,
warmth, gratitude

for another child to wrap this earth in dream
journeys and fresh hope, for another book
written by a haphazard yet devout mind centred

on finding that circle, that lucky stone
blue with a touch of rose, given golden
connotations of every home.

i often think i frizzle each defining moment away
in a suitcase. paint each corner with sigils
likened to mythological creations: pegasus, griffins,

each wing unfurled to show something
of that frailty underneath i give only
to a chosen, beautiful few. this is my deliverance

whispered on mountains where there is only sky
to give you warmth, where each connection
is a voiceless ocean, a smoky ritual.

why, for just one night, can one escape
the trials of raising oneself ever higher?
there is bliss, i know it's there:

a peace i've yet to touch, a potion
of feathers and drums in aurora nights.
glassblown, we dance.

Submitted on 2008-07-12 07:09:13     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  when i began to read this, i felt the same feeling come
upon me as when i read
'Hearts and Onions' by Krimsonreaper
[if you have not found it yet ... then go and take a look]

......apart from a 3 year blip in my life,
i have always tried to learn from and listen
to the wisdom of the older generation.
so i would be keen to hear
what your nana had to say
to you.
that is a pretty wonderful polynesian
name. [were you given a polynesian name also
that you have not yet shared with us?]

you have written this beautifully .. nan
is spot on in her comments.

i admire that faith of yours in ultimate goodness...
and if you ever do find that peace,
in those aurora nights jase
please don't forget to send me
a pm.
i will be there with my dancing shoes on
in a thrice.


| Posted on 2008-08-12 00:00:00 | by Alter idem | [ Reply to This ]
  Yeah, "glassblown , we dance in sparkling crystalline brilliance " when the whispering mountains pluck our strings within and say, I've reached up into the sky and feel a magestic enthusiasm to reach even higher. This poem is a brilliant rejoice to life.
| Posted on 2008-08-03 00:00:00 | by realpoet | [ Reply to This ]

you know how to end a poem. see, cause this one line:

can refer to the state of peace and drums and aurora nights...aurora nights! i like that. OR
it can be a return to the physical, to ahi's 21st and glassblown perhaps the state of mind resulting from all these thoughts, which are, for me, on the topic of the balance between the physical and the whimsical. The honest, open frailty of man, frizzling away his moments vs the polynesian outpourings of fullness that seems to be firmly centered in earth and dream.

And you've already said all this but there's more than one facet here and I must just focus on one for the sake of time and rambling.

"the trials of raising oneself ever higher?
there is bliss, i know it's there:

a peace i've yet to touch."

is there peace in ahi? I mean, does the girl seem to have pease that you don't? Is there peace? Is there truth? Or does peace lie in not asking these questions, not musing on these subjects, not in knowledge but in intuition and belief? huh? huh?

| Posted on 2008-07-29 00:00:00 | by lukewarm | [ Reply to This ]
  Sometimes I read poets here and believe they process everything right out of their minds. That isn't you at all, I find that your chakras sing with ideas about how life strikes every part of you.

It awakens the senses and takes me on time travels. It lets me restore my soul with a beautiful lady you introduce me to in your visions. And what's more, the characters you breed ha, got you!
don't resemble anyone in particular.

We're a collage that you sketch and with great skill we appear.
And don't ever apologize for the random organization, it's jazz in a way that I truly desire it. It's delightful and that is the best you can do.

much love,

| Posted on 2008-07-14 00:00:00 | by nansofast | [ Reply to This ]

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