(2013)
poem about how sometimes you really just can't force your poems out.
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream
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
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
