"Scattered leaved with poetic imprints." My new collection of poetry. |
P.(tree)Log ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Well, it's now mid- 2019 and this is still the only book I use to house part of my new poetry. I began using it years ago due to a lack of storage space in my over-700 item WDC portfolio. I really need to do some spring, summer, fall and winter cleaning. There are still lots of static items which have never received any mention by other members here. But that's part of the problem of being a writer ( musician, artist, actor ... ). I do not know how to network. Thanks for discovering this link. Please leave a comment. Bookmark it, please.... This is a writing site and not FarceBrook where it's so easy just to press the button "LIKE." (( And I am not a fan of the fact that WDC has added it. )) |
Swept beyond the seasons I watch them pass by, unseasonable city snowfall, blossoms to cherries, human statues on the beach, the painful cringes of fallen leaves magnified by hearing aids. And finally, the irrevocable emotions of death. The fast-forward button reprogrammed into pause, years and months exhale abstractness. Individual days last only a week, until the rescue of my journal-become-superhero. And still those memories lack the clarity of a vision test. All their faces disappear. I accept this with furrowed brows and continue to laugh at myself. The paring down of my core identity, my inner and outer circles. Lovers, those of us who remade the world, the same strangers waiting for buses. Almost an afterthought, I wander from youth. how to love moonlight more than cherry blossoms? old man’s koan [2019.14.4…a] Haibun |