twinkling
in the
black-sea sky
sparkling
in its immaculate canvas
your forgiveness
everytime
your green-eyed passion
punctures
my inflated balloon
my pen bleeds
a tanka
her sealed lips
reading
between the lines
my letter
written in blank paper
drenches a dried tear
towering
blade of grass
breaching
the mower's blade
of the manicured lawn
upon the pond
your hand creates
ripples on my face ...
take care of me please
my name is narcissus
is there
a need
to seal the door
after
he stole
your pigeon
from its hole?
fly me
fast growing wings
to higher
interludes
of time & space:
the flesh is made Word
soaring ...
to end the squabble
my predator
the almighty eagle
drops the meat morsel
bamboo pole
beneath decaying leaves
drawing moisture
from long buried summers
I see a shoot sprouting
morning has broken
in the family garden -
my grandson
wearing his first slippers
the left on the right, vice-versa