counting the days...
raindrop ripples
on a pond
Traveler
As I look behind
the road seems to have emerged
from a ribbon
As I look ahead
the road appears to end
into a similar one
Who's holding it straight & taut
this mid-portion of life
I recall visiting pyramids
the tombs made of stones
and wonder
Who could have lifted that last block
up there
I'm told that the wind though gentle
is capable of eroding memories
and I've witnessed the vagaries
of sandstorms
And still I have doubts
how the cool zephyr of dawn
can transform itself
I've wandered through towns
and its market places
I've traced vinegar in the smell
of a cobbler's hut
And I've roamed the graveyards
with their rows of white crosses
jutting out of the auburn grass
of autumn
I've questioned me
Do you see yourself amidst them
the sleeping warriors
I find myself on the bridge of my destiny
One end the bridge
seems to have emerged
from a quiet dawn
And the other lost to a rising mist
blurring every thing lying beyond
the road seems to have emerged
from a ribbon
As I look ahead
the road appears to end
into a similar one
Who's holding it straight & taut
this mid-portion of life
I recall visiting pyramids
the tombs made of stones
and wonder
Who could have lifted that last block
up there
I'm told that the wind though gentle
is capable of eroding memories
and I've witnessed the vagaries
of sandstorms
And still I have doubts
how the cool zephyr of dawn
can transform itself
I've wandered through towns
and its market places
I've traced vinegar in the smell
of a cobbler's hut
And I've roamed the graveyards
with their rows of white crosses
jutting out of the auburn grass
of autumn
I've questioned me
Do you see yourself amidst them
the sleeping warriors
I find myself on the bridge of my destiny
One end the bridge
seems to have emerged
from a quiet dawn
And the other lost to a rising mist
blurring every thing lying beyond
2 haiku
1.
a sand dune
furrowed by the wind
grandmother’s face
2.
silent movie—
she refuses
the rose
a sand dune
furrowed by the wind
grandmother’s face
2.
silent movie—
she refuses
the rose
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