morning breeze the answer to my existence spring daisy
…
the blooming of her words spring breeze
…
in the shadows of her wispy hair weeping willow
…
city tunnel
the coming and going
of shadows
(September 2013 Under The Basho)
"A petal shower/of mountain roses/ and the sound of the rapids" -Matsuo Basho
23 Sep 2013 Leave a comment
morning breeze the answer to my existence spring daisy
…
the blooming of her words spring breeze
…
in the shadows of her wispy hair weeping willow
…
city tunnel
the coming and going
of shadows
(September 2013 Under The Basho)
23 Sep 2013 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Tanka Tags: love, nature, poetry, tanka
old desk
the love letters
she never sent
the many tears I shed
falling on her gravesite
scent of faded embers
fallen redwood leaves
quietly the finch sings
that is all that is left now
of our moments together
23 Sep 2013 Leave a comment
in Haiku, Poetry Tags: autumn, Haiku, moments, nature, poetry, senryu
autumn night
gull cry and moonlight
ripple…
evening breeze-
a simple song
of wind chime
autumn’s return
the scent
of maple leaf
14 Sep 2013 Leave a comment
in Haiga, Haiku, Poetry Tags: haiga, Haiku, poetry, senryu
14 Sep 2013 2 Comments
in Poetry Tags: abuse, childhood, loss, pain, poetry
Always trapped
I hid in my toy box
When I heard you call my name
The racing of my heart fills my ears
Oh Daddy
Yes, what ever you think is right must be truth;
I am wrong, I am the one who is messed up.
What ever I’ve done in my seven years of life has been terrible
And I must pay the consequences-
By your hands
Or by belt buckle
And constantly by your words
Alway trapped
Now I am ten and now no where to hide
I can only bury my feelings to survive.
Your hands all over me
Telling me I am good
And of all of the clothes you’ll buy me in return.
I scream inside “God help me-Daddy why!”
An agreement is broken forever:
The biggest breach of my trust
Always trapped
Now older I have grown used to the routine
And I have moved on with another man; many actually.
So I guess I still converse with you-
My self-worth is so little
I am forever tainted
By your words, your hands, your sick mind
So I remain that little girl hiding in my toy box
looking for protection, looking for love
I am trapped-
Forever,
with you.
14 Sep 2013 2 Comments
in Poetry, Small stones Tags: earth, God, life, nature, poetry, universe
Fingers full of branch
My nose awakens to earth
Inside of palms caressing leaf tips
Hard and tiny feathers alive in sunlight
This array, this bouquet of life
Alive and buzzing with song
Filling my senses, filling my essence
My fingers full of God
12 Sep 2013 Leave a comment
in Haiku Tags: eyes, Haiku, mountain, nahaiwrimo, poetry, rain, senryu
mountain rain
the steady grey
I see in her eyes