Green brambles bake in
the white August sun; berries
boil along the vines.
Nettles, thorns threaten
all passers-by but cannot
disguise their sweet prize.
I defy the sharp warnings,
red blood on my hands,
black juice on my tongue.
Poetry
08/05/2013 #1
Between the clouded
mountains and the gray veil of
rain, blue dawn dares peer.
Summer Pines
Fiery needles snap
Underfoot; burning breath -- hot
Metal and acid.
Dragonfly
Shattering glass slashed
With black; body blaze blue like
The heart of a flame.
Sumo
Rainier falls on Saint
Helen's slopes; flash of lightning,
Thunder slaps the sky.
*from haiku night at Saké Nomi.
Seattle
Heaven's tones rattle
Stones, rasping breath of the beach,
Sound of new water.
*from haiku night at Saké Nomi.
Saké
Essence of the young
Chrysanthemum, open my
Heart to peaceful dreams.
*from haiku night at Saké Nomi.
04/04/2013 #3
Blue pants drip and slide,
dying the inside of my
thighs Napali hues.
04/04/2013 #2
I long to be an
amphibian, to find life
sublime when soaking.
04/04/2013 #1
Feet form functional
Flippers to slip upstream for
First Hill's sheltered shoal.
03/25/2013 #3
Rusty iron rings.
Moss-touched maples greet the sun.
Pink peony blooms.
03/25/2013 #2
Singing white water
falls, green maple buds wrapped red,
city sounds subside
03/25/2013 #1
Waterfall before
me, still I sit and feel blood
pulse in my fingers.
12/12/2007 #2
A slow-tongued poet appears
To have taken his seat
Inside my head.
Before he lets it slip
Between my lips or
Into my pen,
He turns and tastes each word,
Chews and ruminates
Each syllable.
Simple sentences from another's
Conversation pause, drawn
To long round sounds,
Stretched like fresh gum,
Nearly senseless in their
Wet, sticky forms.
He cares not that I am left
To sort the rotten from
The well-flavored ones,
Each sound broken down,
Edges bent and blending
With its kin.
12/12/2007 #1
I rode my bike this morning a good
Ten mile loop around my neighborhood
Steadily spinning feet beat the breaking
Rhythm of my day
On my way up thirty second hill
Lungs filled with frosty air
My lazy legs ache longing
to not push the weight
Round the hard corner
Up twenty eight head west
The long glide down
Afraid and thrilled thankful
I have not yet spilled myself
Against the unforgiving pavement
Now coasting I achieve
Car speed unaided
Brake and wait then toward
The sound I ride light silence
Coats the town even the sea
Seems to sleep today
These mornings before winter's
Dawn I'm drawn to the beach
Into the blackened sands
Of golden gardens park
Reaching up to flip my helmet lamp
From flashing to steady I see
but fifteen feet enough
o evade the speed bumps
And hard walls at the south
Lot's sudden end home I ride
The mild uphill morning chill
Still hid within my thighs
Well after I have rested
Breakfasted and made the day
Not until my shower does
That coldness melt away