Behind the Heian Jingu shrine, cherry
blossoms weep into sky-coloured ponds.
A week early, a…
Just posted Part 41 of the series “A story in many unequal parts, some missing”. This one is filled with memories of Kyoto. Read the whole poem here.
Behind the Heian Jingu shrine, cherry
blossoms weep into sky-coloured ponds.
A week early, a…
Just posted Part 41 of the series “A story in many unequal parts, some missing”. This one is filled with memories of Kyoto. Read the whole poem here.
no answers
yet no questions
I return empty
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gibbous moon
see how radiant
almost
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the wind that brushes my lips
drifts away
I with it
then I remembered
how the twilight
curls around your fragile wrist
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everything is bearable
except this silence
that swallows your name
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all my journeys
all my poems
awash in this wordless dusk
like a horizon
splitting two worlds
this goodbye
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now what does it matter
that the blue moon
will rise tomorrow
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the goodbye
fallen between us
whose is it now
my fickle companion
shrinks again-
even my shadow seems indisposed
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wearing her dancing shoes
one breathless leaf
waits for the autumn breeze
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now my sentences
fall unfinished
on this solitary road
why search for words-
when the frozen moonlight
sings aloud for us
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how low
the night bows
to her kohl-lined eyes
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rainbows dissolve
as the sky slides down
to watch the peacocks dance
dawn sky
why does the sickle moon
still hang over the cherry blossoms
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interrupting
the bulbul’s dirge
one love-struck toad
I
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farewell kiss
on dawn’s glowing cheek
a dark smudge
chattering leaves
how long
is their story
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last monsoon cloud
weeps on a rocky shoulder
soft rain
after the comma
sadly
nothing
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there
in another unmarked grave-
another unfinished poem
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mourning-
the way the sky
brushes a broken wing
sharing
the blanket of night
we sleep under different stars
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in the warm night air
fragrance of the desert rose-
who sighs so sweet