Holidays

Holidays

A Poem by Kaela Craven

I feel you in the trees
And then I do not.
Do you take holidays?

I do not feel you in my bedroom
Except on full moon nights -
My belly heavy with blood.

I feel you when the black sky
Looks blue with stars.
I feel you when the grass looks green.

Perhaps it is I who take holidays -
Maybe?

© 2008 Kaela Craven


Author's Note

Kaela Craven

Belinda, let me explain it for you.
It's just a not-so-incredibly-original idea that sometimes it's not that god (or goddess) is not listening, or is not there, but sometimes WE aren't listening, or are too wrapped up in ourselves to feel his or her presence.
Get it?

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And you call this a poem what is this it dont even make any sence try writing from the heart and then you could feel the true life and how life really is and how you can exspress you writing better...Anyone can write a poem and anyone can be good at it but when you put someone else like me down for mine its not right when you dont get the feel of what its stating ......This has no meaning so I will leave it as this I will not let you down my writing no more and I hope that others can see just how rude you are...Writing comes from within the heart and what you feel not caring what other thing about the spelling sorry I can spell like a pro like a teacher like you so you have no right to put my kids in the middle of wat you said to me...well have a great life and I hope that you do get better ratings and that you do become a good writer but always remember dont put someone down for theres when you have no right at all to do that when you would not like it your self....Any way God Bless and I hope you have a great life.

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Added on July 11, 2008
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Kaela Craven
Kaela Craven

Tucson, AZ



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"Incantations, spells, rituals, what are they? They're poems. So what's a poet? He's a Shaman." "She died laughing. She died in ecstasy. She died with her eyes wide open." Well, if I had to do .. more..