{"id":990,"date":"2007-04-15T17:18:00","date_gmt":"2007-04-15T17:18:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=990"},"modified":"2007-04-15T17:18:00","modified_gmt":"2007-04-15T17:18:00","slug":"at-the-dawn-of-adulthood-five-poems-by-india-badiner","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/at-the-dawn-of-adulthood-five-poems-by-india-badiner\/","title":{"rendered":"At the Dawn of Adulthood – five poems by India Badiner"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Art of San Francisco<\/span>
<\/span>
A scene of possibility<\/span>
A mixture of every desire <\/span>
Country and urban sea and beach<\/span>
Fresh and crisp with rain<\/span>
Bright and alive with sun<\/span>
Mysterious and intriguing with clouds<\/span>
An urban rainforest of action and excitement<\/span>
A cozy and quiet peaceful view of the bay<\/span>
Luxury in every shape and form<\/span>
Small and large<\/span>
Disguised and undisguised<\/span>
A world of change and beauty<\/span>
Passages of the imagination's reality <\/span>
And this is San Francisco<\/span>
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– – – – – – – – –

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Sunset Poem <\/span>
<\/span>
The icy smooth water ripples<\/span>
into time<\/span>
into space<\/span>
into non-existence<\/span>

Gliding gracefully <\/span>
and then brushing abruptly at the shore<\/span>
Strawberry melon painting cloud streaks the sky<\/span>
leaving a path of faded bushy clouds behind<\/span>

The baby blue glazed horizon left alone in a cool brisk evening<\/span>
The deepness and darkness of the painted waves<\/span>
Every moment beauty is born <\/span>
in static but ever changing form<\/span>

A shot of moonstone light shines upon the hills<\/span>
Beauty is alive<\/span>
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Web of Understanding<\/span>

A wheel turning water over and over again<\/span>
Is where I am standing<\/span>
In a forest of forgotten dreams<\/span>
Every person, every thing, every piece of life wants to feel respected and understood<\/span>
So maybe you do understand<\/span>
But is that enough<\/span>
Because I know that it is only partial<\/span>
Let me show you something else<\/span>
A girl lying helplessly, motionless on the floor<\/span>
The day you learn to awaken her is the day you will understand her<\/span>
You will experience selfless understanding<\/span>
A glacier that has frozen a river solid to the ground<\/span>
The day you bring out the sun<\/span>
Is the day you will grow to understand that river<\/span>
To truly bring all the life back to it<\/span>
To bring yourself back<\/span>
To understand that river is to understand you<\/span>
Think if you could really unfreeze that river?<\/span>
Think if you could really understand me?<\/span>
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Black Rain<\/span>

Defined as abnormal<\/span>
too much for anyone to truthfully love<\/span>
torn and ripped apart<\/span>
and taught to hate<\/span>
drowning in the water<\/span>
floating lifelessly down the stream<\/span>
trying to leave a message<\/span>
a message to shock and enforce change<\/span>
but change is only entirely possible for nature<\/span>
undefined unrestrained uncontrollable<\/span>
we are glass statues<\/span>
only the strongest of us,<\/span>
the most beautiful don't break<\/span>
love is too great to completely understand.<\/p>\n

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A Melancholy Dream<\/span>
<\/span>
Your angel eyes gleam gracefulness in the moonlight<\/span>
lit by the dreamy streaks of clouds onto the sky<\/span>
anger, sadness and all emotions deteriorate into peaceful stillness<\/span>
an expression of delicate memories<\/span>
painted and glazed into the bold radiance of the sky<\/span>
blue river tunes drizzle and trickle in the ear of hollow memories
touching and tickling warmth of the heart<\/span>
echo of darkness<\/span>
the owl chimes the hour of night and day<\/span>
running in fields of wildflowers <\/span>
in old fashioned dresses and bonnets<\/span>
in fading sunlight<\/span>
orange moon-cream skylight embalming the air with warm memories<\/span>
tricking into the eye of memory<\/span>
passing out into the time between day and night<\/span>
her dress gently resting on the tip of the summer grass<\/span>
her strings of curls gently brushing against your face<\/span>
the truth and essence of life laying between the seeds of earth<\/span>
ending and beginning once again.<\/span>


\u2022 India Badiner lives in Big Sur, California, with her parents, five semi-feral cats and Raindog, a sloppy, overly friendly Rhodesian Ridgeback. She is a graduate of Robert Lewis Stevenson School in Carmel and currently enrolled at the Big Sur Charter School. She has traveled widely, including Kyoto, Paris, Amsterdam, Shanghai, and lived in Rome for two years studying Italian and the 'sweet life'.<\/span>

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