Cretan Maineiac

Rookie - 2 Points (April 29,1961 / Lewiston, ME USA)

Endearing Indira: An Ideal - Poem by Cretan Maineiac

Who's worthy? of an echo of fond
remembrance
enso's extended summer (once called Indian summer in the States)

that little something that lies
beyond
pristine glory

laughter under the heart (and over)
a *je ne sais quoi* key to the mystery that
spoke to me
this morning

illusive notes in words elusive as the horizon but
solid as heaven in
my palm

on-night
-enlightemment
- the art of living
- that pavement prophet

endearing Indira, poet
teacher,
translator

ethereal &
all-too-
Real

conjuring up that timeless aroma
joy and pain
that returns in turn alongside
the rain.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Endearing Indira: An Ideal by Cretan Maineiac

  • Rookie - 71 Points Indira Babbellapati (11/29/2007 12:40:00 AM)

    chris...aftr having read ur loving words i thnk i shld reorient my thnking towards myself...of course taking the cue frm u! ...thnx a lot, chris...i think this is the frst evr wrtn on me about me...i'll chersh this moment!
    lv (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2011


[Hata Bildir]