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Monthly Archives: May 2015
Advice
If you should ever have a child And wish you hadn’t later, I offer this, all free of charge: Don’t tell her that you hate her. Just keep your regrets to yourself; Pretend you love her, too, For if you … Continue reading
Bat
Today a sleeping bat Hung folded in the hall Like a tiny brown Chinese lantern Outside the room where we sang The Latin syllables we love. I wanted badly to take it home Or at least move it to the … Continue reading
Peony Haiku
Peonies bow down To heaviness of spring rain As pink beauty falls
Thank You
So many people Have come and gone Leaving only the touch Of a butterfly’s wing, Beautiful but invisible And gone. Only you stay, My center and your own, My fixed point In a vortex of change, My anchor and hope … Continue reading
On Looking Long into an Old Dog’s Eyes
Deeper than most men’s hearts, Crystal-studded brown wells Gaze back steadily – Simplify this world To a single aspiration: Kindness.
Getting What We Don’t Deserve
This impossible beauty You’ve dropped me in– It’s more than I hoped for, Never thinking I should have so much. From the tiny daisies Sprouting up in the grass To the intentional iris, To the generous peonies, Your hand made … Continue reading
For My Son (Tanka)
Radicchio spires Throws herself to the future Hopes for strong children. If we have achieved that much, Why should we desire more?
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For All the Unread Poets Who Sometimes Wonder Why They Write
Potato Vine keeps secrets from us all; She shares them only if we wait till Fall. Then, when she dies, her treasure is revealed That until then she hid in soil’s seal. The longer we must wait, the richer grows … Continue reading
Iris Haiku
Japanese iris Spreads her purple wings to Spring Laughs with bumblebees
The Secret
That which muddled youth can’t comprehend So must in ignorance then condescend To call “adorable” or “sweet” or “cute” (When all the time their opinion’s really moot)– A long-lived love that decades help to grow In long-time lovers like us … Continue reading
