Roll My Stone Away


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Ohia Lehua Ka`u, Hawaii

Ohia Lehua Ka`u, Hawaii

 

Roll my stone away,

Barefoot silence through puddles

damp earth is rising.

Flowers are up-turned

in your cool quenching rain drops

Waiting for water.

 

 

I Could Have Fed You Flowers


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I could have fed you flowers

on a Sunday morn

still sleepy with the folds of night,

or gather you softly in the smell of rain,

to bring the petrichor of heavens to your lips,

let you sip the nectar of the Goddess,

a sweet luminescence of moonbeams,

an iridescent palette of the Universe,

a fragrant opulence of dreams.

I could have brought you forests in a bowl,

spoon bites of light, and limbs, and roots, and pungent earth,

Could have brought you the tranquil sea,

or the pastel sky,

or a river dancing, swirling, galloping

down a riverbed of colored stones.

But honestly,

all I ever really wanted,

was to feed you flowers on a Sunday morn.

 

Poetry

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