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Suicide

Suicide Broken, yes, my spirit is broken, words no longer flow with ease.   Death courts me insistently. Lays its head on my lap and says:   Drink these pills. I resist because dreams surround my heart.   But I am weakened by its mystery, its charming voice:   it is better in the long run.   There will be no more pain.

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cuckoo in a bamboo forest lawlessness

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my voice in a winter wind— nickels and dimes

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mounting violence the police superintendent doesn’t know his job

For You

For You One can never know a heart until it blossoms and says:  I miss you !   Then you hear wild geese honking, and the snow on withered grass melts.  Your eyes shine like the first time you saw a tastefully livened garden. For you there are orange blossoms, and I know that when I am with you the moon’s round light at the window opens our hands and we touch like friends, butterflies, and birds to rise from a meadow of flowers .

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summer melody of cicadas— drunk on love sap

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waiting for winter— the upside down world of my mind

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dog day afternoon—  I answer the call   of a lone cuckoo

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This is the day I stop thinking little.  No more poems about things I don’t feel.  My skin is in havoc.  There are no butterflies around here, or cherry blossoms.  Time is the juxtaposition, and I can no longer run up a flight of stairs.  The lack of human touch is like burning in a lake of fire.  Consumed with pain you don’t have the courage to end the slow disappearance of strength.  So, you die more than you live.  You are not sure you are pleased with the things you’ve done.  There is regret, remorse, and a little fear.  But whatever happens, when the time comes you will go loveless and unmissed. Mount Fuji snow…   I wake up thinking   about tomorrow

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searching for the right word … I choke in tears

In the Fields of Bones

In the Fields of Bones open window from where I hear a gloomy life walk by nothing but a shred of light conquers shadows and it was I who   thought that light was mine when all along it was the sorrow of finding a frozen melon-heart a handkerchief stalks my tears hopping my grief will be swift in the fields of bones  and parsley

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a soft wind in the chrysanthemums Buddha's blessing 

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hail in the middle of the sky a frozen river 

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colorful birds beaming with spring… cave entrance

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another rainy day… within these four walls a one-sided heart

In a Field of Sunshine

In a Field of Sunshine At dawn, the ruins hidden in a field of weeds awake us.    You have your arms around my waist, our wings begin to grow.   We kiss and fly back into our cocoon unnoticed.    The end is not yet finished and we must keep away from the dying cities. two lives between two men in a field of sunshine