rain
filling up potholes
the ghost town
glittering dew--
the frog prince
croaks loud
a rainbow
outside the window
our song
Melancholy rain
in melancholy rain
i think of you
the trees, in their sullen
subordination, make me recall
my stooping low to your
whirlwind whims
the patter on my roof
fades the words you had gifted
i hear vehemence in the voice
of a trapped bluejay
i dwell in my doldrums
as the drizzle fizzles out
and a cloud-gate tempts me
to escape this tangle of yours
I saunter along a path with wafts of wind
that brings the scent
of nascent earth
until the day frees itself
like enlivened birds
i think of you
the trees, in their sullen
subordination, make me recall
my stooping low to your
whirlwind whims
the patter on my roof
fades the words you had gifted
i hear vehemence in the voice
of a trapped bluejay
i dwell in my doldrums
as the drizzle fizzles out
and a cloud-gate tempts me
to escape this tangle of yours
I saunter along a path with wafts of wind
that brings the scent
of nascent earth
until the day frees itself
like enlivened birds
Tanka
Tanka
#1)
a room
scented
with
Christmas dinner--
hard to find
any trace of
contempt
in your smile
#2)
the diver
continues to
hunt
the wrecked ship
---a swarm of
silver fishes
---follow his
trail
#3)
puffy clouds
crowning blue
mountains
makes me
recall
the yogurt on
your nose
the day it
rained wild
#4)
the lady
in her red
kimono
eyes his
path—
rugged steps
leading to
a stone built
monastery
#5)
sixteen
bearers
carrying a
bride
in a
palanquin--
red sorghum
grasses
waving in
gentle wind
#6)
two cottages
in the
moonlight
one empty
with ruin
the other full
of your
memories
#7)
she stands
here
arms akimbo watching
leaves fall—
the little
red rooster
calls it a
day
Haiku
1.
had I been...
wind swirls in
a field
of growing
crops
2.
between
the drifting
shadows
a chameleon
3.
your voice
a song
sparrow
in the
morning
4.
autumn again
a mockingbird
on windowsill
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