Saturday, June 14, 2008

Steps Away







O come to the sprawling sea of earth













and marvel at the surging liberty












where gentleness rises and reaches out












blueness resting in the deep walls of the mountains



















and the dusk blanketing even the mighty

preparing for another dawn to come

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Tanka for Mom

The splash of rain
On the garden walkway
Is all that's left of spring
Tears falling,
She boards the plane.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mountain tops emerging
Greens gently peeking
The snow has finally melted
"Words so easily
Well up for you!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Dazzle my heart
With your warmth
Bask in the color of life
Mother, I pray you stay
Much longer."


Happy Mother's Day! Mom, come back here quick, may TFC channel na :-)

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Short Poetry for My Parents


the sound of cargo train
tooting across the valley
in the middle of the night -
i miss
my father's dearly snore
across the hall


who can do this for me?
still in my bed
i wake up each morning
staring at a fresh cup of coffee
in the air -
my mom holding it


dad, the entire street
last Christmas
was magic
except for one house.
the boxes of old lights
were neatly packed,
untouched the entire season -
they missed you.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Short Poetry


orchids of joy,
o how they
come to earth
heaven does hush
within themselves
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
in this cold February night
my bare feet
by the glowing fireplace
look for a place to rest
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
for many years
week after week
i water each corner
of the gardenia planter;
it bursts into blooms
every season,
today -
my bonsai is brown
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
i look out the window
and find two birds
perched on a branch
i realize
i'm not alone


Like Fireflies

a thousand poems and more,
poet toils through the night
pining across the miles,
dropping glitter notes
of hazy truth's majesty;
with bluelit world gazing,
grabs and pastes every sense
from a song that often plays,
from a melody no one hums,
warbles every word
from memory's ear
dreaming a door perchance;
until the dawn comes
and no one there
but fireflies-
his distant stars.