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
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
the leaves in autumn
swept by winter’s winds to spring
now cherry blossoms
—on the road from Chiba
…in our poems they should feel our nerves
sin and forgiveness—this and poverty
for this is human poetry.
whenever i return home
It feels familiarly unfamiliar
because it is always changing
the way autumn changes leaves
falling in the wind to the hard concrete
covering the shadows of old bones
home is where the river runs
with all it carries along the way
it is where the heart rests
but home sometimes
makes you a strange familiarity
come quick as winter
don’t wait ’til the tea is cold
to share your love poems
when the frost is laid
silent lips do pray the sun
rays to warm the day
~
when heat is too much
to bare loud lips do protest
give to winter yet
~
the rain leaves puddles
a sea to newspaper boats
filled with tidings of mud
~
when I close my eyes
i can’t help noticing the stars
when dreaming of the ocean
when the mind is filled with light,
darkness cloaks little from the eye;
what was once lost is now within sight
Whispers within a scrambled mind ...
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