Senryu # 121

Over her face
the sky of dawn
a shivering blue veil

What does it mean when I say that ‘Over her face she held dawn like a shivering blue veil’? It means that her face is too pure to be touched, reach for it and it will fade. Only by growing quiet and still, by growing inwardly receptive to the light shining from within her will her face begin revealing itself to you, caressing your heart and soul in endless white waves, rippling your shore into an ever changing poem, one that mirrors and expresses the hidden light eternally pouring through the seams of her veil. The more you contemplate the simple magnificence she reveals before you the more you relate to her internal light, and the more you relate to yours; the quiet effulgence growing into still river merging you upwards with the sky, dissipating you like clouds dissolving in the white sky. You burn, but the fire heaving you is a smokeless kind of flame, burning on nothing but purity; silence itself being a forest in flames, yet deeply at peace and in harmony with itself. Words, silences, both gain the odd quality of being one and the same, dewdrops of passion falling from the sky and lacing the green, vibrant earth. A step further and her radiance is no longer confined to sky or dawn; she is now all around you, at all times, shining from within every object and substance, every being and creature, even the faceless wind is pregnant with her, even the blackness of the night. She is the inner pulse of life, ever present, eternal. In every breath and moment you feel her, a light bursting through the seams of existence and dissolving you into light, subsuming you through the seams and back into the origins, diluting you in the substance that forged her into being, that eternal creature, that creature whose light creates the world, the earth and the sky.

Free Verse # 291 (I write to her)

Solitary wind
prowling the empty streets
at dusk…
a lonesome poet
goes wandering
into the fading sun.

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At dawn, at dusk,
the solitary bird
follows his lone star,
his song scattering
like rain over the earth,
echoing through the sky.

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Unchained the song flows…
a wave of leaves
blowing through the sky.

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Come, butterfly,
the sun has blazed a road
high into the sky

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Windswept…
the leaf takes her secret
to the other sky

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Remembering
her first kiss…
in autumn’s mist
a white flower

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All the flowers
melting…
one whiff from her hair

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Like water in the earth
her gaze sank into him,
jasmine flowers drinking
the moon’s liquid light,
exhaling a perfume
filling the earth and sky.

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Calmness of dawn…
the last breath of stars
dewing from her hair

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I write for her,
not for a past,
not for a future,
but for a present
ever billowing inside of me
like the white sky at dawn.

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I write to her
with a pen dipped
in my own blood,
and these words
red and hot
laugh like birds
clamoring at dusk
then fade in the dark billow,
amid the dark waves
glow like stars
carried toward her endless shore.

A Whisper in the Wind

Under her bare feet
the earth felt cold,
and the birdsongs
from a desert sky
fell cool and crisp,
dewdrops soaking her
to the bones,
awakening in her
the song of ancient mist,
welling up in her heart
and flowing,
a prayer at dawn,
a silent breath pulsing
with a sea of autumn leaves,
crimson poems
swept by the dancing wind
and carried on an endless journey
home…

Unlocking Her Secrets

Eyes closed
I touched her heart
and the river
amid my ribs flowed
joining my body to hers,
thrusting me into her
as upstream I swam
wanting to reach
the wellspring of her being
so that I could unlock her secrets
by living inside of her,
there, at the source that nourishes
the flesh of the universe,
becoming a sun
in the constellation of her soul.

Free Verse # 290 (her, all the flowers in one)

Where his fingers touch her skin stars kindle
breathing out like radiant flowers
a fragrance more pure
than the jasmine-breath at dawn

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Winding through gray streets
My footsteps at dawn lead me
Always to your shore

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Cleansed
by the fires of her love…
I am what remains

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In her womb
his touch
a tide of stars
swelling wider
than the nightsky

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I, a thirsty butterfly.
Her, all the flowers in one.

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Her burning ache he balms
with a quiet touch,
with a penetrating gaze he unfurls
all the flowers of her memory,
all the seeds in her heart.

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Artist unknown
Artist unknown

Your palms
held against my eyes,
a chalice of clouds
drinking all my tears,
pooling them in your heart

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Tannourine, May 31, 2015
Tannourine, May 31, 2015

Yellow is for longing…
Behold then, my love,
An isle of this boundless sea
That for you lives in me…

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Tannourine, May 31, 2015
Tannourine, May 31, 2015

Ripening
each poem aches
to be plucked by the wind
and carried to rest,
a tangle in her hair,
a kiss on her cheek,
a star in the firmament
of her waving skin.

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Between us…
a shoreless ocean,
a universe of stars.
Between us…
poetry’s silent breath
at the edge of dawn.

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Breezing
through her being
his breath
an autumnal wind
baring her
leaf after leaf

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In the darkness
these fingers
trace your face,
its contours
the sky I worship,
its freckles the stars
leading me home.

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All the stars…
one jewel in the crown
of my love for you