A Scar

a scar
blinking, faded
white storyline to hit
hidden fallings, left forgotten
now breaking out, a sign, the certain curse 
best left to night or tidal reach
best given to the moon
to wash away
a scar




Rictameter (2,4,6,8,10,8,6,4,2)
for Imaginary Gardens
Sunday mini-challenge

the ancient tree

a violent storm
split the ancient apple tree
gone now childhood's thrones
who can rule from the spring blossoms?
or taste the fruit from your deep roots?

Violet Mouse

slowly violet mouse
passing through the lavender
a sweet fresh scent
white violets, a pale quilted dawn
this hushed pilgrim pathway

This River of Morning

This river of morning, curving in its red rock bed
deep enough, lucky too, no need to seek, to fight
to grasp, only following through a free, white mist
as the sun insists on another spring day.

Marmot

right there, short stump
you slept all winter long—
so, tell me what's the point?
Life, I don't have a clue...
but I won't go to heaven
        without you.

Divided

To be undivided must mean not knowing you are.
                       J. Hirshfield, After "Pocket of Fog",                                                                                                                   
This high dizzy bliss, so lost in primal love, all together
melted into a wind of music, bright herons soaring home,
rocking in Eden,    
        that prehensile tail I was never given


Sijo

it is true,
    I love the moon
but she has never said
    she loves me back

should I love the full moon
my heart could freeze
in her purple shadows

beware the blue hares
that run wildly
with the cold moonlit wind