Haiku # 523

Tannourine, October 2017
Tannourine, October 2017

In a bed of pine needles
a budding
tree of oak

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Free Verse # 416 (all this poetry)

She is silent
and yet I whisper,
like the autumn winds
I whisper
into the silence
of her sky.

I populate her absence
with the breath of the tea I sip
and the scent of autumn leaves.

~

Front sur front,
nos yeux deux mers
coulant l’une dans l’autre,
no corps, deux rives
et entre nous
la rivière de l’éternité.

~

Your absence
like a burning candle
has melted away my body;
I am a sea of frozen ache
lodged
in the waiting nook of time.

~

A girl wearing
sunset for a body;
she is the dawn
harnessing
the dew of poetry;
in the sway of her hips
the oceans move;
in the fragrance of her hair
the scent of autumn woods.

~

A flame as she dies
embraces the sky;
all this poetry
is a river
tugging me down
and deeper down
to the ocean
that is you.

~

In this world of wonder all I know is the beauty of your face.

~

If I could retain one word
and have my life turn within it
I’d choose the word “silence,”
because in it, there you are.