(2013)
poem about how sometimes you really just can't force your poems out.
#Blinking #Buzzing #ComputerCycle #Fuzzy #Poetry #Tanka
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
