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.
But Odysseus
Withstood Circe’s morphing wiles
And the Siren’s songs
Whirled in your orbit,
Thirsty to plunge to your core
Left parched wanting more.
Like Rilke’s angels
The Greek’s bicameral minds
Blown backwards trough time
Mermaid or siren,
Your heart’s intangible blood
Pulsing beyond touch.
Are you the selkie
In the whirlpool luring me
To conversation?
My virtual friend
Sealed beneath the glass display
Like you’d plunged through ice
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
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.
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.
Last year
The universal fool.
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Likely epitaph:
Here lies John who burst
Spontaneous into flame
Sitting on the bus.
