contemplating another day

Curled up next to an unfurled futon
inches from the floor
headphones pouring into the silence
piled into the shadowy recesses

a collection of unpublished
mostly unedited poetry. Today
Tuesday, or Thursday, or Saturday
or the middle of a static Autumn, or quiet Spring
or the shiver of laughter.

  Eyes will open to this secret room.
Eyes and toes and restless movements and
inches from the floor; curled
in the thoughts of someone else

yearning
to dissolve into an empty room
with polished wooden floors,
even edges where seated
the light trespassing curiously
through a window; itself
fracturing amongst steam rising
from a cup of hot tea
from the remaining grains in the rice bowl
I have

breaking the stillness
in once was
before the crows
an empty room
in silence.

butterfly pairs

are your lives but a memory

fluttering by?

young love

fleeting, though the scar tissue... 

apple tree

silent world 

tracing the sky with her fingers

before dawn

through distant haze
smudge of a crow;
just sitting

early morning
when the world is fragile
enough for dew



~~



burning horizon
through an outstretched palm--
four times

again the morning light
passing through
another day and then
passing through

fallen into

silence, within the raven's

arrested flight

misty stream--
  upon a fallen leaf
this floating world

tiny sparrows
arcing through

sound of high grass

21st October

a starved mouth
against the wind/
strong red wine

Monday 18th October

skylark
rising even so;
dusk

14th and 15th of October

last bells toll
an empty field-- now
windswept by children

lofty thoughts
borne unto the wind--
scattered birds 

From 8th of July to the 8th of October

8th July, 2010

Ten thousand leaves each one arching downwards, curled into their vascular ribs;    

like fetal shapes and memories
an evanescent frost upon the rising sun.

25th July 2010

canopy like cloth-
each step carrying silence-
how I am muted!

 

 

1st August 2010

wind cuts the blossoms-
the last train curves out of sight
to be no longer 

19th August 2010

shall my lineage
not inherit the wind
in flowers of blood




by their dewdrops
shiv'ring upon morning-
a cloak of petals

15th September 2010

snaking through the ribs
of a lost shopping cart-
cold evening breeze 

 

 

2nd October, 2010

little sandals
and the cicada's skin-
never to be worn again

 

 

8th October, 2010

I


seeds in the wind
beyond a dying brook
sparrows in flight

II


with lonely steps
as it set fire to the clouds
her summer dress

 

 

Last three undated items

the smell of rain

Falling leaf
into hours of sky;
the shadows we have borne

though a dirty puddle
laced with clouds-
forever could I fall.

Distance


The moon has fallen
into a falling wine cup-

sunlight stains the floor
and a wedge of birds
shimmer over the grasses:

the skein has flown by,
my bones away with them. 

Kaze

風

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Ghosts of memories
surrounded by falling leaves-
silently fill the grove



how enviously watching-
many sunsets
behind the shadows



my cold, empty palms;
this ancient skyline;
such a fragile dream.



Exposure of the sun:
two shadows once together-
now parted;



flightless raven,
your feathers carried
by ants upon the dust. 

 

Second blog post

There has already been a handful of words arranged relative to this blog, and, to provide some recent background, I would like to share them.

Below is a collection of sorts of poems, from most recent to earliest. This has been done as a means of not flooding the blog with a collection of entries upon it's creation.  I have other poems but they are not of this genre, if you will. They can be found @ http://allpoetry.com/Skylarking

First blog post

As the title explains: this is my first blog post. I won't be getting personal or emotive. First and foremost, this blog is a means to collect fleeting thoughts and archive them. Something cathartic, if you will. This blog will mostly contain short entries, with a similitude to that of poetry.

I thoroughly enjoy the haikai no renga masters Issa, and Basho. What I write is a bastardization of the spirit of these men. You have been made aware.