Poem

[firecat]

Seen in dawnd's journal

"Pick a poem you like. Your favourite, if you have a favourite, or one you think should be better known and more widely appreciated."



I don't have a single favorite poem.

Here's one I wrote:

Somewhere there was a world
where I lay down in your arms
and we watched the dawn.


And here's one Rumi wrote:


Thirst drove me down to the water
Where I drank the moon's reflection.
Now I am a lion staring up totally
lost in love with the thing itself.
Don't ask questions about longing.
Look in my face.

-- Rumi, from The Essential Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks

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The one from my fridge

[kyubi.livejournal.com]

Care

The lump of coal my parents
teased
I'd find in my Christmas stocking
turned out each year to be an
orange,
for I was their sunshine.

Now I have one C gave me,
a dense node of sleeping fire.
I keep it where I read and write.
"You're on chummy terms with
dread,"
it reminds me. "You kiss
ambivalence
on both cheeks. But if you close
your
heart to me ever, I'll wreathe you
in flames
and convert you to energy."

I don't know what C. meant me to
mind
by her gift, but the sun returns
unbidden. Books get read and
written.
My mother comes to visit. My
father's

dead. Love needs to be set alight
again and again, and in thanks
for tending it, will do its very
best not to consume us.

-William Matthews-

Re: The one from my fridge

[firecat]

oh... yes

(I [heart] kyubi)