Lotus October 11, 2008
Posted by jewaira in Poetry.trackback
She wore a
lotus flower
dipped in
gold
around her
neck.
It was
cherished.
She felt
loved.
Where is
the lotus
flower now?
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Shoved somewhere up his\her ***?
It’s time to embrace her freedom.
The lotus flower is universally accepted as a symbol of estranged love and the associated empty yearning it entails. Although the beautiful lotus was given as an expression of love, its ancient power could not be denied; the omen could not be averted. Like their love, the lotus flower, “having writ, moves on.”
I personally think that Bush stole it from her…you know how he LOVES moolah… at someone else’s expense…
did I just say that? Shame on me…
* Lotus like a Buddha *
You guys are funny lol
I forgot to mention that he also took it becoz he didnt feel loved (go figger) and needed it as an ego booster,
It slipped away? Lost in a careless moment? Or given away lightly, glad to be rid of it’s weight?
You’re giving me different perspectives on the matter lol
still around her neck obviously. This lady must have be a spastic with permenant amnesia.
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What happened Bad Boy Bansy? You used to be more eloquent in your comments. It must be the heat has fried all our brains
J
Thats our blood down there
Seems poured from the hands of angels
But trickle into the ground
Leaves the warehouse so bare and empty
And my heart’s numbered beats
Still echoe in this empty room
And the Fear wells in me
But nothing seems enough to defend
So I am going away
But I love to stay
Warehouse, Dave Matthews
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Wow, Banastre. [is that really you?] Loved that.
Jewaira
That is a beautiful delicate poem. All your poetry has great elegance and grace. Wonderful.
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Thank you Paul. It is a pleasure to have you here.
Jewaira
Your words are beautiful, Jewaira, and they inspire me. I hope you don’t mind my rearranging them for you.
Lotus Flower
(The lotus flower is universally accepted as a symbol of estranged love and the associated empty yearning it entails.)
She always wore his lotus flower dipped in gold around her neck,
With this token, she felt cherished, she felt safe, she felt bedecked,
He had given her this flower — symbol of his love etern,
Never knowing of the omen, unaware her heart would yearn,
But in time the ancient power could no longer be denied,
And in time the love he promised, could no longer give his bride,
When she should have felt elation as she climbed the stairs of life,
Like the priest within the temple, with his palm he tipped her back,
She was lost, without direction, with no compass, with no muse,
With no love to keep her balanced, was bewildered and confused,
How to heal the empty yearning that she felt, his love had gone,
Where could she obtain catharsis for the pain, she felt withdrawn.
Through the veil of inconsistencies that shadow her in life,
He is there and she can feel him, she can see him still, his wife,
Being brave was just a decoy, just a sham to show outside,
Just an act that she invented as she salvaged wounded pride,
Once again before the mountain, she is standing, feeling small,
Once again he asks acceptance, she again feels numbing pall,
Can she once again float backward to a time of joyful bliss,
Can she once again reach for him, to accept his hand, his kiss?
No, his love’s a lotus flower, filled with half truths, filled with lies,
Like the beauty of the lotus, hiding pain behind disguise,
At last where is the lotus flower, like their love, it now has gone,
Like that dreaded fateful finger, having writ, it has moved on.
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PhantomMan
Thank you for sharing with us. I love it!
You have done a wonderful job of recomposing all my bits and pieces into one poem
Jewaira