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What? Hawaii Has No Poet Laureates?
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Jana Kalina


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I’d bleed bloody Indian ink
to be at your beck and call,
writing your vowel-shaped stories
into pure, poetic form

recounting
your pacific beauty, crown
among so many stolen jewels;
tallying your regalia’s inventory,
releasing its usurped perfume

          cloak me in your moist, warm whispers
          and stain my words
          with your hibiscus wine

so that I may resurrect the sounds
of your sweet Hawaiian angel
caressing his tiny ukulele
against his sumo-sized, brilliant disguise

© by Jana Kalina.
Used with the author's permission.


Jana Kalina lives with her husband on Vancouver Island. During her lifetime, she has lived extensively on three of the planet's seven continents and, today, her pursuits can be distilled down to three things: Buddhism, bonsai cultivation and, of course, poetry--especially haiku.

 


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Jo:
So encouraging to see a late starter. I really like the poem, the imagery, the language. Thanks Jana. I thought for sure you were Hawaiian. :)
Posted 01/23/2011 01:15 PM


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