(2013)
poem about how sometimes you really just can't force your poems out.
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
