April 2009
23 posts
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The Frog Princess kiss
Thin lips of cool blue passion
Her breath smells of flies
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Fog in the dawn pines -
Next a gunshot from nowhere
Shatters the chill woods.
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But Odysseus
Withstood Circe’s morphing wiles
And the Siren’s songs
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Whirled in your orbit,
Thirsty to plunge to your core
Left parched wanting more.
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Mermaid or siren,
Your heart’s intangible blood
Pulsing beyond touch.
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My virtual friend
Sealed beneath the glass display
Like you’d plunged through ice
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Are you the selkie
In the whirlpool luring me
To conversation?
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Like Rilke’s angels
The Greek’s bicameral minds
Blown backwards trough time
morningporch:
Crows mobbing an owl, the sun breaking through clouds, a field sparrow’s cup filling to the brim… April is still an unknown country to me.
Last year
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One black and white cow
Converses deeply with grass
In the green meadow.
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In dream, 2 black dogs
Disembowel one another
In deadly silence.
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“A certain scholar named Mr. Wang
Was laughing at my poems for being so clumsy....”
– Han Shan (translated by Burton Watson)
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One crow weaves among
The drizzle-wetted pine trunks
In gray morning light.
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Dogs under the bed
Terrified of thunder’s bark:
Are they right this time?
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Coming home again
To retaste the sunrise walk:
Bowl of green sencha.
Native Element →
Yes, a New York Times editorial on Twitterku. You might read it to find out why. Here’s a sample: There was a breeze from the southwest, and as the starling turned into it the bird suddenly appeared to be floating. I felt like I was finally seeing the starling’s true shape, wings extended and still — not as I usually see it, wings folded and quarreling over the bird-feeder.
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Seeds from this orange soak,
To grow Granny’s tree again,
In a blue clay bowl.
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Further on Wumenguan koan 34:
A photograph snaps, Beneath color, light & form, Bottomless silence.
morningporch:
Buds swell on the ornamental cherry beside the porch, unaware that porcupines have girdled the trunk. April Fool! You’re dead.
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The universal fool.
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Likely epitaph:
Here lies John who burst
Spontaneous into flame
Sitting on the bus.
