[Eds. note: This is the ninth of 14 runner-up posts from the recent Kauai on My Mind Creative Competition.]
by Coral Miles
Longings soon to be fulfilled
Doors fall open, my heart leaps,
Inhaling deeply, memories awake
Sweet fragrance fills the air
But then, other odors linger there
Chant: Welcoming home… Welcoming home…
Welcoming home…
Seeking again visions of my youth
Waking to compelling truth
Quiet retreats, unfilled shore
Once were mine, but now no more
Chant: Searchin’… Searchin’… Searchin’…
Searchin’… Searchin’… Searchin’…
Crawling traffic, multiplied lights
Why can’t I see the stars at night?
Crossing fields, traversing lanes
Finding barred with fence and chains
Chant: Kapu, Keep-out… Kapu, Keep-out…
Kapu, Keep-out…
We must gain we must prosper
Keep it coming, growing faster
Pursuing hope in ancient places
Metal bird in air erases
Chant: Aloha compromising, another building rising… Aloha compromising, another building rising...
Youth with smiles, lilting laughter
Aunties, tutus, running after
Now empire feet and belly things
Beeping sounds and smoky rings
Chant: We like ta-ttoos… We like ta-ttoos… We
like ta-ttoos…
Once proudly worn your teeming reef
Now dying rock and crowded beach
Still the water warm and clear
The sun still warms my shoulders
Is it just that I am older?
Chant: Paddle hut… Paddle ho… Paddle hut…
Paddle ho…
Lei circling my neck, fast fading flowers
Regaining paradise, hope in measured hours
Though our island keeps on giving
Growth with pain, pain with living
Chant: Tourist in jeep... Tourist in jeep...
Tourist in jeep...
Returning to my island home
You and I have surely grown
Heaven’s touch still surrounds
Your velvet peaks, your radiant ocean
Inspiring our divine emotion
Chant: Terra healing, God revealing… Terra healing, God revealing…
Questioning what I must do
How can I give back to you?
A willing sacrifice I pledge
I will sow... I will seed
Endeavoring to fill the need
Strains of: “Aloha Oe”
Monday, November 27, 2006
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2 comments:
great juxtaposition of ancient and modern, challenges from both eras. like use of rhyme scattered throughout, like use of chorus like those old greeks did to emphasize the irony of tragedy.
I came home once too and this reminded me of that wrenching, joyful, sad, confusing time. You pick true images and glimpses and weave them back and forth well.
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