Inert

as colour leaches from the world

diluting swirled in nearby stream

under layers of grey reflection

a heart lies inert from a wayward dream

 

she revelled first with the promise of spring

danced under tsubaki blossoms bright

then watched the solitary seagull soar

on many a sand etched summer night

 

now let her nestle with the rotting leaves

the dank decay cool refreshing

her beating slows to raindrop time

pulse weakened

ever

diminishing

 

Words

“Parole” to Italians

“Les Mots” to the French

an abundance of words

upon you

i shall drench

.
You shall emerge

from such a verbal sea

dripping with heavy

and longing for me

.
let them not evaporate

for they indeed eviscerate

from a heart undone

.
perhaps press them between pages

with dried forgotten flowers

to hydrate when needed

come someday

lonely hours

Make a wish

the swaying dandelions tall

invite gentle exhalations

letting scattered wishes fall

 

upon which field shall they rest?

how far from pursed lips,

and a longing heart’s request?

 

will the seeds find fertile ground

or alight upon a stagnant pond

to miasmal algae green be bound

 

maybe today, from trembling hand

and with God’s omniscient breath

a seed

shall find roots

upon scorched land

 

a wish granted

 

For D, who brought up the topic of childhood dandelion wishes 🙂

Bliss

Remove the blindfold from your heart

your first sunset intently behold

as raw, stinging tears flow

reflecting gold

 

remove the iron shackles

clasping ankles

and

run

soles to sharp stones

with blade edges nudging bones

 

know

all wounds will heal

the scars a proud reveal

 

offer your heart two colourful kites

so she may be lifted

buoyant to prevailing winds

to be carried any which way

in tumbling, rainbow ribboned sway

 

let her tread in the frigid sea

arms up

frantically

not for the lifeguard’s attention

but from blessed elation

with mouthfuls of brine

a smile curled in wave shine

 

thus emancipated

is the heart reacquainted 

with

bliss