740.
Pink hibiscus lips,
A wrist speaks many volumes.
Blood moon and distance.
740.
Pink hibiscus lips,
A wrist speaks many volumes.
Blood moon and distance.
731.
Are there miracles
Higher-made than walking through
A falling blossom?
732.
Beautiful blossom,
A soft and welcome flurry;
Less so, still, than you.
Sing to me Spiraea.
Blossom white-wisp floss,
I missed your softness in the Spring,
I missed her whispers in a stream,
Another year of loss.
My life’s a simple pebble
On the pebbled-path,
Every stone unpolished there
Another death to cast.
I sing of songs your bones would hear
When no man would then listen,
And in a moonlit clearing there
I tuned a light blue whistle.
Sing to me Spiraea,
By Autumn be denuded;
It’s been a year,
We dance my dear,
Like friends who never parted.
Trailing dust,
Comet rust
And cobweb love.
Daffodils,
Window sill,
Battle-hardened,
Karmic loss.
Nothing’s the same,
Unembossed.
There is no greater joy
Alighting these belfries
In my heart,
Than cherry blossom,
Pink and reborn.
Never now exhausted,
Love has blossomed forward,
Through extremes of seasons,
One by one went by.
Spring’s within the Autumn,
Falls are once more roaring,
And those blossom-oils are pouring
Under pastel-orange skies.
Let’s go for a hairpin drive
To where your love resides,
Secluded somewhere out of time
Beyond the woods outside.
I’d rather a life in near-solitude!
For Nature is all-celebrating
While cities are just enervating,
But only, love, in solitude with you.
Time heals, said my master.
Yes, I nodded, and it also
Pushes and bites
And my bruised legs.
My master looked away.
She gave me a spade
To dig holes for my grief,
Where blossom fell briefly,
Though not today.
There’s a blossom lasting longer
Somewhere in my heart;
Secure, do you belong there?
They said it won’t restart.
It may have fallen from a tree
When cherry blossom’s over;
Petalled seasons aren’t for me,
Feeling better by October.
These sensations take me back
Without compelling reason;
Rose oil scent, where pink is black,
My heart committed treason.
Let’s land you in Taipei,
I’ll gladly meet you there;
The monsoon strips will throng
With blossom, pink and bare.
Let’s bring you to Taipei
By Bangkok, Three Gorges rested;
Hold my hands, it won’t be long,
Harbour floodgates daily tested.
Let’s see the Taiwanese fireworks,
I know exquisite spots;
You’ll contemplate the high-rise perks
Of living with your polyglot.
482.
Magnolia blossom,
Extremely pressured scented
Containers may burst.
436.
I unclasped curtains,
And whole absurd worlds returned
Just as they were left.
437.
Because the world does
Not give up, blossom still falls
The orchid still fails.