May 22 2008
Fado on my Mind
The night is hot and window is open
the street is empty, streetlamps have
only each other for company.
The radio sings Fado of lost love and
of times gone by; dulcet melancholy
this night is for remembering.
The night is breaking up, dawn, soon
a new day will begin and that’s fine
melancholy can be addictive.
May 22 2008
Tanka
Chinese Earth Quake
Her peoples are coping well
Without pale pastors
And priests getting in the way
Talking of god’s love for man
Tanka
A writer can’t bear
The silence of a blank page
And with muddy words
Fills the page with his bellows,
Despairs and destroys the page.
Zen.
Peace is…
A hidden
Blank page
Dilemma
What
I needed
I no longer
Want.
What
I need now
I no longer
Have.
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