By Kanani
For my son
Let me gather the universe,
put it in a sack of purple.
Orion, Pegasus, Cassiopeia,
the Moon, the Sun,
the rings of Saturn.
Let me tie it with a ribbon,
and slip it into your winter jacket.
When the frost is heavy and the fog thick
find and open it,
then sift the universe in your palm.
Let the constellations and the planets
Let them leap and flirt
skittering through the veil of clouds.
Orion's dogs shall woof and whiz,
Delphinus will swim and chatter.
Let them curl and wrap your fingers,
soft as willows brushing earth,
sing to them and they will settle.
Lift them up, star by star,
placing them in the darkest night
patterning them to your desire.
2003
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Chester and The Books He's Written
The Kitchen Dispatch: A Literary Approach To Waiting During War
Poetry by Kanani Fong
A Single Soul Left On Shore
I can't remember from where poetry came, a jumble of words and images, a feeling, the beat of a rhythm, a chord of dissonance. Sorting and sifting, until the words were in some sort of order, I ironed them out like a rumpled sheet straight off the line.
And so it appeared, a poem.
A Servant Of Words
Kanani lives in Southern California. She threw in the towel and succumbed to fooling with words after trying to avoid doing so for forty-odd years. She has completed the MS "Deep River," a literary fiction work of a woman's struggle to overcome tragedy and scandal in order to save the last piece of pristine wilderness on the California Delta.
She edits big things for people. Sometimes they love her. She loves them back when they listen and pay her on time.
The Review On My Poem "Alphabet Prayer"
"This poem must be seen by everyone, young and old."
Writer, Teacher, Author, Garlic Expert and
Author of one of my favorite books, Symptoms of Terminal Passion
Available through El Leon Literary Arts (a wonderful small publishing house)
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The Kitchen Dispatch: A Literary Approach To Waiting During War
