Wednesday, April 25, 2012

the man who vanishes in rain


One whose countenance
resembles wildflowers by the road

Who needs to be short-lived
as twilight and dawn

One who'd inspect the earth
the crust into which his roots
dug deep

He'd envision a flight of splintery stairs
leading him down to yesterdays

One who'd live by spinning out
silvery webs as that of a lone spider

Webs that grow dense as a still fog
yet are flimsy like daydreams
in cloud-laden hours

At times a drizzle would start
and make him think of his grave
lined with petunias

He'd then
bid farewell to her
for the season

Sunday, April 15, 2012

4 tanka

1.

how swift
the play of light
over pebbles
under water...
my invalid mornings

2.

gazing at sunset
me and a fellow patient--
two crows
sitting quietly apart
on a slender autumn branch

3.

the earth shook
when I saw you again
at the race
my horse had always
trailed behind yours

4.

blue hydrangeas
in my garden
turn to pink
how can one lessen
the acid in your words

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Haiku

1.

a sinking stone--
where have I kept
your promises



2.

sunset--
she still enquires
which way
 
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