The sun hangs high up
Among the greater blue sky
Clear as clear can be
Yet I find I am walking
With a hop-skip on cloud nine
Category: Poetry
It will be summer,
Before I see you again.
One full rotation.
Do you still have your smile lines?
Or have they turned to sorrow?
Falling off the cart
Apples spill into the road
And I empathize
Sometimes the road is bumpy
Let gravity take the wheel
We were young and dumb
passionate exchanges, yes
An old candle burnt
Like missing puzzle pieces
You fit the shape of my heart
The page and I stare
Blankly back at each other.
A game of chicken.
“How do you write poetry
When days all run together?”
Recalling the hour
I witnessed a new sunrise
Atop Mount Fuji
Fills me with such elation
I begin to radiate
Two petals dancing
Swept up by cool Spring breeze
Such a sweet embrace
With a harsh reality
And ephemeral delight
Each spring they gather
From all corners of the World
Ink at the ready
Listen closely, Close your eyes
You can hear the poets sing.
I leave nothing to this world but my words
Whose pages are fragile against hate
My designs laid bare in concrete
Ripped once before my eyes and before fashions change
The last flower of a line part Thomas and part Hites
No echoes of laughter, pain, or sorrow
A haunted empty hall
Words fading in the elements until all but sand remains.
Ahead I see it
Beyond that greater distance
A thin line broken
By tall peaks dressed in black tie
Gold cuff links and long coat tails