Tag: Poem

In Response to The One Truth

“I see today that everyone on earth wants the answer to the same question but none has the language to ask it.”– Jim Harrison The One Truth I want to ask the moonhow many lovers she has had forI know it must be manywith… Continue Reading “In Response to The One Truth”

Random Blossoms

Farewell to Spring blossoms from randomly sown seedsWith showy clusters of pink flowers atop leafy spiked stemsBright splashes of cool fuchsia among yellows and greensBeguiling honeybees heavy with pollen on their hairy kneesAnd golden skippers flitting on the fragrant breeze dVerse: Quadrille #127- Sowing… Continue Reading “Random Blossoms”

On a Wing and a Prayer

Dancing on a tightrope of dreams and realityTap, tap, tapping on a thin graphite beamWhere everything and nothing is as it seems Blinded by wispy veils of silken hair Swirling in a stubborn stormy breezeWearing old hurts and deep painful scarsCrying with remorse for… Continue Reading “On a Wing and a Prayer”

The Truth in Mulberry Trees

I lie on the velvet moss forest floor under the majestic mulberry tree, clinging as roots take hold, surrounding mewhile waxy leaves grow upon my serene face In my ears echo ceaseless restless whispers of rouge rotting fruit and tiny hungry worms The one feeding the other and… Continue Reading “The Truth in Mulberry Trees”

When Shimmering Sunlight is Perfect

Blooms on butter yellow roses whisper sending goosebumps across my skin the tender voice of my mother calling, ‘Come see it’s Spring again!’ Mockingbirds caw mimicking rowdy black crows as jeweled hummingbirds chase tiny gnats mid-air, fat honeybees amble from flower to flower, subdued by their burden of golden pollen Here in the garden, curious… Continue Reading “When Shimmering Sunlight is Perfect”

A Life Well Lived

I remember the faded sky colorof washed-soft chambrayas if it were only yesterdayand though it was only an old shirt,laundered and spun dry too many timescollar and cuffs frayed, threadbare at the seamsweathered and time worn, it still had a placefor every tear and… Continue Reading “A Life Well Lived”

#Haibun: Osozakura (late bloom)

In our youth we are invincible; we don’t see time as ephemeral moments. Rather, summer feels like forever as we bask in hot sun and dance in pale moonlight with nary a thought of tomorrow. Yet, before we know it we turn around and… Continue Reading “#Haibun: Osozakura (late bloom)”

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