Meaningful Encounters
What does a word mean when it stands alone?
A voice within the silence comes alive;
It takes upon itself a shape and tone,
For its true sound we'll always try to strive.
A voice within the silence comes alive,
It strikes new thoughts within our world and minds;
For its true sound we'll always try to strive,
To forge ahead and never fall behind.
It strikes new thoughts within our world and minds;
Vocabulary stirs a basic need;
To forge ahead and never fall behind,
Not following, but taking up the lead.
Vocabulary stirs a basic need;
To speak among ourselves and understand;
Not following, but taking up the lead,
We work to find new words within our lands.
To speak among ourselves and understand,
It takes upon itself a shape and tone;
We work to find new words within our lands,
What does a word mean when it stands alone?
[Trying another pantoum today, a very structured form. Feedback on form and/or content welcomed.]
Rice Age
Rice Age
At Hime station only the elderly
board the JR trains.
Youth has abandoned the
toil of the rice fields
for the glitter
of Tokyo streets.
They ride the train into an autumn sunset
comparing in whispers how much their hands resemble
the gnarled branches of
the passing cypress trees.
Cradled in the hum of Sunday trains
they dream in colors denied in waking hours
by cataracts and glaucoma.
Bright leaves continue to fall
in memory.
Only the red shift of August 6th
still attaches itself to tired retinas.
Darling
Why do you buy me flowers
you cut them while they bloom
and don up all the hours
to twist a ribbon's loom
I canceled all our tables
you set whilst at my wake
because you thought you had me
one dinner then you'd take
Why do you take me shopping
I know all of your wiles
you'd like to think my wantings
are clothes or shoes in piles
You'd like me to be normal
or written on the line
but darling I'm not normal
so don't you call me "MINE."
spectrums
you will have friends
who are spectrums
hiding behind
a colorless mask
red will burst
from the seams
of black
and white,
impassioned frustration
caged by fear
and self doubt
you will have sisters
who write poetry
on landscapes
of soft skin
orange will bleed
from the wounds
of right
and wrong,
cautioned desire
for the dreams
of loving her
you will have brothers
who are knights
in search
of a prince
yellow will sing
from the hearts
of sir
and sire,
royal devotion
to the hope
of being kings
you will have daughters
who are sons
and sons
who are daughters
green will sprout
from the souls
of lost
and found,
verdant discovery
on the voyage
of finding truth
you will have friends
who are colorless
hiding behind
a spectrum mask
blue will leak
from the eyes
of pain
and loss,
tranquil misery
in the guise
of painted joy
you will have people
who are soldiers
marching upon
a colorful earth
purple will bind
each fighting breath
of change
and peace,
unified hearts
in the spectrum
of equal love.
up
bee sings so pleasantly around a buttercup
resting place a stop and a sup
a field of tiny suns swing to the beat
children making chains pick them up
smatter of yellow under a friends chin
and in lines the butter lovers gather up
petals square on four make a cross
rely on thin green line to hold them up
colours Buzz the air all mellow
a bee passing by backs that up