Kafkaesque
awake at first light
realizing far too late
I’m not who I thought
–
venus rising-
difficult memories
consigned to the fire
awake at first light
realizing far too late
I’m not who I thought
–
venus rising-
difficult memories
consigned to the fire
gilded double doors
open with empty promises
of false salvation
–
heavy leaden sky-
swollen riverbanks
poised to overflow
tumbling down hill
chatting and laughing aloud
running to the sea
–
freshly frozen-
on the lake shore
crackled glass
staring deep into
an empty sheet of paper
conjuring the muse
–
winter’s canvas-
a palette of pine
and fresh snow
a new day dawning
stale vestiges of the past
left by the roadside
–
first light-
the morning star
through hollow trees
grey curls of wet smoke-
the kiss of embers linger
on her ruby lips
–
midnight sweat-
a lazy ceiling fan
stirs the air
chasing the sunset
just over the horizon
ever out of reach
–
hoary grass-
the sky aglow in
morning twilight
by the temple gates
burning incense left as a
simple offering
–
hot springs-
steam rising from
the snow monkeys
death comes unbidden-
a brief pause before leaving
to collect his due
–
icicles-
melting in
the winer sun
visiting the well
my wooden bucket dipping
deep in the moonlight
–
alongside the lake-
the harvest moon
follows me home