gravid moon

poetry

Zen Tangling

We are simple and pure,
you and I,

infinitesimal links,
infinite, twisted and
tied in tight knots.

We fall apart, but
you return. Always.
Your lopsided smile, flashing eyes
as we speak through the silence
in monosyllables, sentences.

I still feel your lips on mine,
my neck , your breath as warm
as the shredded sun rays.

But you are a mirage now –

I wish I was close to you,
We are like kindred spirits
in the astral realm,
our spirits torn, broken,
far away, yet woven
together intricately,
where our breaths
transcend boundaries

and dance in tandem
as they move,
spill into continuum
between the spaces.

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6/4/15

rain

softly

so softly

the first rain

i miss the
serenity of
tender sun

green is the color of silence

the landscape
drew cumulus green;
the full moon shattered,
falling in the dark night,
its pale glow
fringed the head of trees,
fireflies
in the muted sky.
my backyard was outlined
by the frayed edges
of the moon, its ghost like images.
I swept the rooms;
in the woods nearby
moss steadily crept
and consumed my backyard.

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5/7/15

rainy day
she makes another
paper boat

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4/23/15

high tide
the peaks
and the curves

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4/18/15

bunch of daisies
memories of you tied up
with wild grass

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4/15/15

ants marching
she closes the
honey jar tightly

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