Touch me
with the flame of an autumn
I witness the sage foliage
blazing without smoke
no odor of burnt skin
Leaves plummet in graveyard silence
wingless birds
Year after year
an unknowing wind spreads the embers
making me more insipid
The intransigence of death sounds itself
in the ennui of a stifled morn
watching each accursed bird
descend with dull thump
Now you can torch me
with the venom of love
Echinoderm
On the gentle beach juvenile waves gush in
Douse your tube feet with pizzazz
You feed on blue mussels and solitary hours
Pink arms fidget with their usual apathy
You seem to perceive the tinkling sounds
Rebounding within an aquatic abyss
Drowned sailor songs echo ancient storms
You were a slave the king-wave your tormentor
Douse your tube feet with pizzazz
You feed on blue mussels and solitary hours
Pink arms fidget with their usual apathy
You seem to perceive the tinkling sounds
Rebounding within an aquatic abyss
Drowned sailor songs echo ancient storms
You were a slave the king-wave your tormentor
Dawn (haiku)
light trickles in
through a fine cloud gap --
whistling tea kettle
the rickshaw puller
tightens his rug around him--
burning of leaves
through a fine cloud gap --
whistling tea kettle
the rickshaw puller
tightens his rug around him--
burning of leaves
Himalaya (Part II )
I met her somewhere in the foothills
she was seated in front of her bamboo-hut
basking in a January sun
her fingers nimbly weaving
pattern flowers
I was a traveler
fatigued by wintry winds
She queried my whereabouts
her voice sounding like that of faraway souls
Her eyes glittery and lucent
resembled those of a sculpture
carved from ice
In the intensifying silence
I envisioned cold death of a thousand
wingless words
I stammered
gave her a muffled reply
and she laughed out loud
And then there was an avalanche
she was seated in front of her bamboo-hut
basking in a January sun
her fingers nimbly weaving
pattern flowers
I was a traveler
fatigued by wintry winds
She queried my whereabouts
her voice sounding like that of faraway souls
Her eyes glittery and lucent
resembled those of a sculpture
carved from ice
In the intensifying silence
I envisioned cold death of a thousand
wingless words
I stammered
gave her a muffled reply
and she laughed out loud
And then there was an avalanche
Philippine Violet
we are mauve petals
wavering in late afternoon
the winter creaks like any other
loneliness a dried up firmament
deadened as archaic rocks
numb shadows irk me
there's no waterfall to talk to
we live alongside a milestone
masked with dead moss
gazing at an empty road
i recall the last clatter of horse-hooves
some gallant riders had passed by
in twilight gold
at times when the wind
waters memories
i doze off
wavering in late afternoon
the winter creaks like any other
loneliness a dried up firmament
deadened as archaic rocks
numb shadows irk me
there's no waterfall to talk to
we live alongside a milestone
masked with dead moss
gazing at an empty road
i recall the last clatter of horse-hooves
some gallant riders had passed by
in twilight gold
at times when the wind
waters memories
i doze off
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