Refreshing shower,
Gives way to clear blue,
Framed by warm white clouds,
This must be what a painter
Feels after the final stroke.
Author: Kagami no Tomoko
I am of two minds,
Warring for a single heart,
Forty hands holding,
Only so much weight before –
A trust fall is just falling.
Trundling mornings
Accented in small petals
Pastel vanilla
Perfumed breezes pass me by
Giving way to cold showers
Love reunited
Under a single ceiling
Tucked in and cozy
Restful and lazy mornings
Set to wane the afternoon
A soft whisper drifts,
Upon a sunbeam filtered,
Through the window slats –
“Sharpen the pencil and mind,
Poetry month has arrived.”
Is the inkwell dry?
Were the pages burned?
Brushes forgotten?
The season is upon us,
Where have all the poets gone?
What is in today
A day like any other
Or perhaps meaning
So special to celebrate
A first anniversary.
What fair wind is this?
Crisp and sweet without a kiss-
From Winter’s white lips.
Could it be that Spring has sprung?
As was promised in Autumn?
An endless walk
Or so it would regard us
Without thoughtfullness
It marches side by side us
Ready to strike at the heart.
Time slips through fingers
Like a handful of warm sand
Each grain falling away
Yet as empty as I feel
Time clings under fingernails