When Sadness Comes

When sadness comes
sit with her, invite her over
to a cup of tea or coffee,
or maybe just a little wine,
resist your urge to escape from her
by drowning her in some frantic activity,
and rather hold her gently
like you would your beloved wife,
drown in her eyes
all your sorrows, fears and anxieties,
tell her what she already knows,
your insomnias and terrors
before a life devoid of affection, meaning or completion.

When sadness comes
sit with her, though she thumps
against your chest
like a wild horse being tamed,
gather up your strength and tell her
all that the harsh tides of life
have washed up inside your heart,
or just sit with her, in silence,
reading a book or listening
to a bird singing happy and unaware.

When sadness comes
smile back to her, sadly,
and offer her the dark rose
of that void pulsing in your chest,
and watch her take it, gladly,
placing it delicately
in her wildly waving hair.

When sadness comes
welcome her, that lifelong friend
loyal to a fold and intimate and tender,
and know that all she asks of you
is for you to tame her
so that one day she may begin to tell you
all the reasons for which
she is your promise of love.

Tanka # 88 – Haiku # 430

Shaking bones…
poems in the moonlight
catching fire

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Dust and shadows…
a butterfly fading
in the waves of the moon

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In the heart of the night
who comes to find me?
With a deathly kiss
the light of the moon.

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Ladder of silk strings
in the deathly hollow…
light of the moon

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Biting the apple
of my heart…
light of the winter moon

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Fervent on her breast
I write my blood…
the breast of the moon

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Stab my heart
to a beating throb
samurai moon

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In my hot cup of tea
steeping
the leaves of the moon

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Who comes? Who goes?
gazing at the world
with the eye of the moon

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A passing world
busy with nothing…
thin curve of the moon

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Moon of silence
moon of shadows
and a poppy heart
drinking
the sad smile of your light

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Impotent men
always parading
their fucking escapades

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Pinned by the penis
with which they fuck…
impotent at heart