Tag: micropoetry

falling still

silence falling in white
were i made of sterner stuff
i might sit in stillness outside
until it covered me whole

these words and thoughts --
naught but cherry blossoms
drifting downstream

your winter taste
in dreamkiss
paints me in din
let this shamble sing
in threes without waking

i never want to leave

to sit of moon and indigo
waiting on her pale and ebon 
beyond the veil of sleep

these words are just echoes,
pebbles thrown to the pond—
brave sakura riding the ripples

paper tiger encouragements
feast on the ghosts of we
entangled in our entitlements
tethered by our broken dreams

i wonder at crimson pools
of my blood i have spilled —
when will come the bloom?

your wonderland unexplored
north of stockinged lace--
please, don't turn out the light