Poetry is hard
And I have but fewer words
To describe today
My mind is running on fumes
What will happen tomorrow?
Author: Kagami no Tomoko
The wave climbs over
Envelops me with colors
In transparency
Texture crashes all around
Dancing in the undertow
As I drift asleep
My mind begins to wander
And wonder about
What joy tomorrow could bring
Or unexpected delight.
Such rhythms today!
Clouded skies crying to clear,
Blue so breathtaking,
Even The Sun was in awe!
Flush as a cherry in bloom.
The sadness of war
Contrasted with the simple
Yellow Warbler’s song
Bringing such melancholy
On an early Sunday morn
Deceptive sunlight,
Filters between vibrant green,
Neon in color!
But a breeze will cool the skin
Beware Winter’s last caress.
What was singular,
Explodes into one thousand,
Pastel pink petals,
Like a silent fireworks show
Celebrating Lady Spring.
Past the second page,
Bordered in snow white edge,
Vibrant color floods,
Encapsulating something,
Truly wicked and divine.
Oh California
Stepping of the airplane brings
A wave of Ocean
Cypress and a sense of home
Or at least a memory
So many fragments
Single lines or dry couplets
Unfinished seedlings
Left to fallow in the wake
Of a long and busy week