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A Humble Fable

01:35 Feb 20 2009
Times Read: 753





The whippoorwill builds no nest,

Ghost bird and the grasses know no rest,

Laughing at the sparrow's pain,

Sister Sparrow's plumage, dark and plain

Among the river rushes

And blue breasted thrushes

Ever singing their sunny tune.

The silver-stringed strains of Mother Moon

Bathe the infant flower bud

Who lifts his head from the river mud.

Sister Sparrow forgets herself and her sorrow,

Offers no giftsong of morn or morrow

But bows her head to the white lotus child

And humbly vows her heart as the crowd goes wild,

Jeering and taunting the dark little bird

Who dares to speak what all have heard.


"The white lotus is promised to the chosen few

How presumptuous to think he could find favor in you."


But the sparrow is unfamiliar with pride

She feels no shame, nor reason to hide

So she is first to see the lotus open in bloom

And fill the night with soft, spicy perfume.

Then, before all who gathered in the night,

The majestic flower of purest white

Lay at the feet of the sparrow girl and offered her rest

Robed her in petals and rocked her to sleep in a royal nest.

The lotus and the sparrow,

The earth and the sky

Purity meets truth

Only where heart may abide.

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Morrigon
Morrigon
02:03 Feb 20 2009

I had a most wonderful time singing this. The words flow from experienced hands and merely ride the tune from my throat like the wind.





FallenPixie
FallenPixie
06:51 Feb 20 2009

Another work of masterpiece as only you can summon :)





BLOODLIFE
BLOODLIFE
09:58 Feb 20 2009

It really does just roll of the tongue. What could be complicated you make so easy to read and love.





Beastt17
Beastt17
06:11 Feb 22 2009

Some offer us an occasional stunning work. Some manage a masterpiece or two in a lifetime. Some will struggle till death and produce barely more than a recognizable effort. But you, Joli; you continue to produce one stunningly masterful piece after another. I don't believe in gods. But if I believed in a god of words, I could think of none more worthy of my praise and dedication.





 

PRIVATE ENTRY

16:38 Feb 17 2009
Times Read: 767


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PRIVATE ENTRY

16:51 Feb 13 2009
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To Thy Sleep

15:52 Feb 10 2009
Times Read: 846





I have studied your mouth.

Your lips, boyish and plump,

I have tasted between my teeth

A thousand times. A thousand more


I have traced them with my fingers,

To convince myself that you were real.

That I was real.

A thousand times, a thousand more


Your love spilled onto my floor

And onto my feet, a rush of words and heat

Puddling there where I am resigned to wade.

Careful my step, lest the acid stir.


But tonight, your bonny lips

Rest slack and sweet where I watch over you

In gentle trust of sleep,

Like a thousand times, a thousand times before.


No more.

This will not,

This cannot

End well.

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captainglobehead
captainglobehead
19:23 Feb 10 2009

Your writing stirs feelings, longings and fears, all with the same stroke of the pen.





Beastt17
Beastt17
19:32 Feb 10 2009

Fear





birra
birra
00:06 Feb 11 2009

This piece leaves me breathless... and incredibly curious as to the thoughts and feelings you put behind it...





Beastt17
Beastt17
08:14 Feb 11 2009

This betrays fear, invokes fear and bleeds fear from every pore, word and image. Of course it also unashamedly exhibits the mastery of the author, their infinite imagination, intellect, pure genius (sorry, just how I see it), and leaves no hint of any under-lying self-doubt.





Irony
Irony
00:29 Feb 13 2009

Beautiful, just beautiful.





ladySnowStrixx
ladySnowStrixx
18:53 Feb 13 2009

very lovely , you are very talented.





Theban
Theban
11:24 Feb 20 2009

This is interesting, especially other peoples perception of what you wringing about. I would of said it was about love...





 

Umama, a lullaby

04:42 Feb 04 2009
Times Read: 908





Mtwana, my child

Lean forward

There is much braiding to do

Thula. Patience now

Sing the braiding song with me

Tiny shells for your hair, my little girl

One for each new moon

Soon will be a wedding in our village

And you will wear bracelets on your ankles

Thula. Be still now.

Soon the women will wear bright cloth

And you will bring gifts for the grandmothers

Beads to braid in their hair

There will be much meat

And the men will play drums

You are a warrior’s daughter

Kainda, I named you

Mtwana, my child

The animals have quieted

Mother Africa sleeps

Thula. Dream now

Your mat is soft

And I am near









*Some words from the Zulu language

Umama - mother

mtwana - my child

Kainda - name meaning warrior's daughter

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Beastt17
Beastt17
07:49 Feb 04 2009

I will be reading this one many more times after absorbing the few words from the native language. What is already apparent is that your mastery of words is in no way limited to your usual styles and envious ability.





BLOODLIFE
BLOODLIFE
10:31 Feb 04 2009

Incredible, you had me from beginning to end.





Angelus
Angelus
17:35 Feb 04 2009

"Kwaela!" ~ A Zulu greeting. (or to go upstairs, same word.) I do like this Joli.





ChasingTheGhost
ChasingTheGhost
00:29 Feb 05 2009

You never cease to capture me.... amazing!





moonkissed
moonkissed
16:18 Feb 05 2009

oh that is pretty.








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