Wind from the MountainWind from the mountain blowing coldly through my hair as I stand and watch the snow on the mountain peak fall leaves dancing in the air.Wind from the Mountain
Tomorrow will dawn with a leaden sky, and snow hiding the sunlight. I will look back, contemplate the summer I berated.
Too quick, the seasons, too slow are the memories that wrap around me –
Yesterday, pale white blossoms drifted, today apples fall.
vibrationsatoms, music, and light atoms, music, and light all are vibrations all are vibrations all vibrations are atoms, music, and lightvibrations
desire, passion, heat desire, passion, heat the universe of love is electric the universe of love is electric passion of electric desire is the love heat universe
swirling, trembling, coursing swirling, trembling, coursing around, within and through around within and through swirling around and trembling within coursing through and through
passion is trembling electric love, he
Sunset Tree
Modern Sijo: Stream.Busy stream applauds itself, bubbles babble joyously, rushes, gushes, never hushes, but gently shushes its own sobs and sighs, lulls the hectic world to silence; its ceaseless song sends stress to sleep.Modern Sijo: Stream.
Modern Sijo: Jealous Love.Love is not jealous, Says the poet-sage, One does not love with jealous eyes, But how weak the love that doesn't care, Insipidly it smiles at slights; I love you and my eyes are green.Modern Sijo: Jealous Love.
Post-ghost Toast.One day I saw a ghost A-sitting on a post, And he was eating toast, Not any kind of roast, So I was feeling grossed By this ghost with the most.Post-ghost Toast.
He really was the most Face-stuffing, greedy ghost That got completely grossed Out while perching on a post (A skewer for a roast) By eating red hot toast.
Crumbs fell down from this toast, And down on me the most, Till I began to roast, Shake my fist at the ghost, All safe up on his post, Not caring I was grossed.
While I was getting grossed By bits of burning toast,
Great American Smoke-out
Sadness
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"...No relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is the very essence of dreams..."
~Joseph Conrad
Very kind.
Take it easy.
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I am a gunfight in a mirror factory
And many thanks for fav'ing the collaboration, "Autumn Haiku Renga - with John" - in fact, you fav' his AND mine!
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玉
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THIS IS THE GATE OF HEAVEN. ENTER YE ALL BY THIS DOOR. (This door is kept locked because of the draught - please use side door.)
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玉
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
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THIS IS THE GATE OF HEAVEN. ENTER YE ALL BY THIS DOOR. (This door is kept locked because of the draught - please use side door.)
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THIS IS THE GATE OF HEAVEN. ENTER YE ALL BY THIS DOOR. (This door is kept locked because of the draught - please use side door.)
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"Are you making fun of us?"
"It's the universe that makes fun of us all."
"Why would the universe that makes fun of us all?"
"I dunno, maybe it's insecure."
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