Returning

Emptiness,

a river rushing

to fullness

Born full of void

each encounter

love and joy

countered with pain

and it’s undoing

like poems falling

from trees in autumn

swept away with

promises of returning

filled with scars

In the undoing

love remains

A river rushing

to a glass half-filled

part everything

part nothing

Everything

returns

whole

Haiku |Our Bodies

Love is not of us,

we exist because of it,

koi fish show no tears.

love does not weaken, confuse, misconstrue; but in our desires we blind ourselves to these truths.

TSH

Poem 354/365:2016

eyes-wide-shut—pensive

gripped by the emptiness

of a glass half full

 

…doubt is our greatest weakness, fear our greatest obstructor, intolerance our greatest enemy; all of these prevent the ascension to greatness.

poem 323/365:2016 [for DB]

we are leaves and seeds

drifting upon gentle winds

here for a time—gone.

//

love comes to us

we

are that love

//

what we re|member

of you will always be your love

a sea moving home

 

poem 322/365:2016

we spent the year trumped

dealt a hand claimed to be rigged

now must move as one

//

spewed hatred and deceit walls

built with poisonous bricks—words

Poem 318/365:2016

life comes to silence

live a life worth dying for,

enjoy hanami  

(love)

Poem 295/365:2016

flower sun bathing

a bee croons, up and away

pollen stolen—love

Poem 294/365:2016

these eyes you’ve given

see the horrors of mankind—

a bird sings of love

Poem 290/365:2016

been away searching

speaking to shadows born

of light with no eyes