Ode To The Time Before We Saw You


Day 7

Above the world...between O`ahu and Molokai`i

 

First view,

Iconic view of you,

Blue Earth Rising

Out of a void of man’s unknowing.

Who would know what lay below,

From up above those graceful, swirling, dancing spirals

Like salty lipped sailors dancing jigs and singing

Placid sea shanties in hollow voices,

Mourning women left at home,

With guitars wrapped in aged leather

Sails down, fluttering,

The slap of waves on hull,

Under sunset skies

They care not for an hour, a minute,

Or an increment of fossil fuel achievements

Or manned insects with hammers and wires

Boots, and steel,

Hard hats braced for the advancement of times,

Or space-aged, oil-spewing black

Blood in spurts,

Her energy depleted

In wasteland dumps,

Draining deep pockets of ancient sunlight,

Drilling irreversibly, driving further, faster

Mechanically, methodically without question

To man this rocket up to space to take that shot

Of you,

No,

No,

They care only

When all the sky was blue

And the ocean source

Of life to all,

Soft, pastel, vibrant

A Mother rocking children

In lullabies of peaceful rhythms

In timeless space,

In the paradox of seeing you

Face to face.

 

April 7, 2014

Ode To Uhaloa


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Day 6:

Ode To Uhaloa

You, who draw from the well of being,

Breathe in with your roots,

The elements that keep us all alive,

The soil we consume, the air we breathe,

The connective space that holds all together,

Not empty,

But full,

Extending, reaching in adulation

To the light

To be crystalized, glistening rich

with oils and fine hair like velvet,

Small but vibrant,

Insignificant yet radiant,

Offering,

Sacrifice,

Giving,

Gift,

I ask permission

To take, to taste, to hold, to absorb, to internalize, to breathe out with you on my lips,

On my skin, on my tongue and finger tips,

I Thank you.

“Word-Hoarder” Awoken


 

 

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I try to hear a word in passing,

And pause, looking back

To you,

“Word-Hoarder”

tapping that

Space,

Between breaths,

Silence,

before noise,

matter,

My mind

A surreal zone

Trapped in rough bark,

Plunging in

a vision without emotion,

Stunted roots without time to sprout.

 

How do I live without love,

How do I feed my heart

Without poetry,

A barren limb alive without living,

An Empty cavern dark without phrases,

A broken chant without sound or meaning.

I ask, I demand drumbeats

Driving sharp spikes inward,

Bleeding roots ripping spirals

Of heart breaking turf’s fresh soil,

Up-turned earth ploughing

Unmarked graves of words,

Gutted and unburied.

 

There is no place to turn but you,

A sleeping phantom of deep seed knowing,

An ancient tree with severed branches growing,

An awakening of a thousand sunrises glowing red

Chanting on the tip of a copper tongue,

Shaking free a universe of stars for words,

Pleading with an empty bowl,

Please,

Poetry for food that my heart might be fed.

 

March 22, 2014

 

Raining Again: Fourth Ode Allusion


 

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It’s raining,

A steady pattering, drumming, pounding, dripping,

An opulent message from the most divine,

Aphrodite’s heart-beat on the land,

Love’s Law binding an earthly exchange,

Earth and sky, fire and water,

Lips and tongues, soul and mind,

Her swelling heart welcoming the rain,

Those glittering eyes of desire,

Guided by the Goddess’ own hand,

To embers stoked in immortal power,

Sacred water at the lips of Earth’s warm embrace,

An insatiable heat, an unstoppable blood throb,

An impatient tongue’s taste for fire,

Fate reigning on tangled hearts,

A destiny set at birth,

Stars aligned for an eternity,

Love’s Law storming at the gates of love’s free will

In libation to her thirst.

 

 

11111 Kilometers Away

3/2/14

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Rumi


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Dear Rumi,

Centuries later,

You have made me cry,

For I too have been here since the dawn of time,

Absorbing essence of light and dark, soil and sky,

But the word,

Your words,

Read from ancient scrolls

Left me bleeding with the thorns of roses wanting more,

Pleading for the universe to make my words eternal,

For my passion, like yours, to last forever,

In hunger, in longing, in forgiveness and in letting go,

To carry this heavy burden of love, in beauty,

Like you,

A brilliant flower garden in the cyclical budding of time,

In grief, and in joy,

for all the universe to hear and feel and love,

That timeless heartbeat aching to be free

Yet wanting to be captured

By her, by me, by infinite melody.

 

For Noora, Who Inspires,

Karen K.L. Espaniola,  January 26, 2014

 

 

Earth Turn


 

It’s been a while since the earth drew me to her arms

Like a river current pulling me gently along,

A while since those internal strings sang so slowly

As the earth turned, and water spiraled,

and sunlight spread her fingers through the trees

leaving summer shadows fluttering to let go.

 

 

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