Lightning!
Breaking through night clouds
A paper fan,
Here the smell of things
Our pillows, the dregs of rain
All in a kettle.
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Tag: short poem
Day Light
On the sundial
I find no directions
Lotus pond
Turned golden by a fire
Hidden by the monastery
Here and there
Yanked from the clothes line
The sound a sheet
Becoming thunder.
Lost at last
In old grown forests
And the sound of streams.
Graduation
Like bare branches in the wind.
What a lovely morning it’ll be
With the sun shining.
What an evening to dread,
While we’re graduating,
Far from and free of
Home.
An odd season
A year’s frenzy is over.
Green waves wash,
over resting feilds.
The dull cold speaks-
All poems have their seasons.
LanguidÂ
Wipe away your tears,
Reflect in your emptiness.
Clean Paper
A serpent slithered besides me
Demanding paper with every step.
I had plenty I thought,
And gave a page now and then.
Blank paper; what is better
Than to spoil it? So he was fed.
Soon we reached my door
And what monster did I beget
Now slithering across my floor?
Diaspora
Life’s a door
I cannot open
My thoughts are worn
My words are gone.
I come from a place
small and obscure
I can never leave it
I loved the clouds not the skies.
Dream Pillow
I woke to the quiet night,
grabbed my pillow and
shuffled the dreams inside.
Waiting so long
Look back while the morning comes,
Find your face on the mirrors edge,
Ride the moonlight rays,
It rains while you hide in shade.
What’s that, that stays the same?
What’s in playing with your crown?
I’m staring through glass,
So wear the grey before you fade away.
