Life Stage


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I hope I’m not a “pantaloon” in my middle-age

Clowning around in my own self-importance.

with paunchy sides and drooping eyes

Silver–lined hair wanting repair,

Laughing at my own self-imposed despair.

 

I want to be elegant in my carriage

With eyes bright like morning’s light,

And poetic tongue—quick and lithe

to praise the soft petals of delight

And sing my urgent heart’s desire.

 

Who wants to be a doddering fool

With slack mind flowing with repetition

Of unsung dreams, and hopeless monologues

Of how things aren’t what they used to be.

 

Instead, take me to your snow-clad mountains

To drink, to taste, to breathe such majesty

And let my blood run wild like maple syrup

Such sweet infusion of sun and scent and

Spring me, pour me, take my every starlight fervor

For if “All the world is a stage”, I’ll be alive

til’ my last bow, when petals fall, my day is done

without so much of a second childhood.

 

April 1, 2015

*Note: Shakespeare writes of the seven stages of mankind, the 6th being the Pantaloon.

#22 Transition


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Pua Keni Keni

 

From clenched position

Fragrant petals tightly wrapped

Emerging flower

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Son


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I gave you everything I could,

Gave up all that I was,

A composting tree dropping leaves

To become bare bark peeling

in every season,

in every storm,

Knowing that one day you would be better,

Stronger, brighter, smarter than I could ever be,

Your small voice asking me about the stars, and the moon, and the universe,

Hoping I would know all the answers,

Waiting for my words of gold,

My thoughts that were heaven sent,

Because you believed in me

The way I believe in you now,

The way I want you to fight now,

Fight for your right to sprout leaves,

To grow strong in the blue sky,

Branches waving in defiance over all that would keep you down,

Defy the shade that would hide you in its shadow,

Defy the world that would crumple you from the inside out,

Test your mind, your spirit, your body,

And try to place you underground.

And if I could say it all again,

I would look in your small face and tell you

That You ARE the Universe,

and the Universe is in you,

That you have the power

To make time and space your own creation,

And thrive, despite the darkness

Shine, despite the pain

And reach out, despite the heat.

For there is not one word, one phrase, one action

That could ever make me love you any less.

KKLE  February 15, 2014

Stolen Stars


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I

“You have stolen my stars”
And I don’t mind
Where torn patches in the night sky
Once gathered taut
To hold my universe in
Now billows
Frayed edges free
Unraveling
Like a winter scarf worn thin.

II

It’s raining.
Darkness still clings to my skin,
And stars, gleaming like a million
Ancient fires
Flicker in my heart,
Blinking
In that silent moment before dawn.

III

Let go your heavy heart,

embers of memories,

illusions of fire,

And take back your stars

Pulsating tenderly in my night sky,

Aching impatiently in these long winter hours,

Take back your stars and sit with me

In this divine night

Sipping tendrils of light

Until morning.

 

K.K.L.E

For You

Poetry

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