You’re mad at me
but your eyes falter
there’s still enough love
to get us through
words stuck
in her throat
she hesitated …
he is lost.
I would look out the tower window
and smile at the handsome young men
who crossing by would wave to me.
(Inspired by Tsang Chih , 6th c.)
Her touch
like a painter’s brush
swept across my arm.
why is your head
bowed?
There are no stars
on the ground.
now each step
we take together
makes our bound
that much stronger
hope is a wall
with a window
QUATROS
What is a QUATRO. It’s a new type of very very short poetry that usually compares two things, in a haiku way, packing a lot of meaning in a very small amount of words.
Most quatros have a comparison of two things, and behind that comparison is a 2nd deeper meaning. – Tom Hendricks
black – gray – white – ?
in a world
of constant strangers…
the girl’s
got bounce!
happiness
that is attached to nothing
good writing,
bad reading!
a thief
in the darkness …
white fog,
black rock
Can plants be enlightened
or are they already?
… and if so
why aren’t we?
Kansas is
next to Oz.
lighting one candle
with another
as the Moon rises
in the sky
novels meander
with excess fat
short stories are lean
and all is taut.
a novel is
spilled paint
a short story is
a single line.
The Writer
THREE BIRD POEMS
They made a bird park
with a high fence
and a sign
at the gate
“Must be able
to fly this high…”
The crow
was lit
on the
Moon side.
Birds lined up
on the top of the wall
watching the wingless
down below.
