I remember my first geisha sighting
Falling from the night, her robes were
splashed with ochre, and periwinkles.
Pink chrysanthemums
in jet black hair.
A fleeting, imperfect,
accidental beauty.
I am giddy.
We start with a gentle hello
then comes the dance
low slung in her hips
moving her arms in a studied grace
It is hard not to pay attention
to the small stuff
the secret gardens
rain is in the air
Were not a literal people,
but I lose myself.
We write in
ritualistic cadence
and she becomes
the dark, naked grapevines
of early spring.
Every morning
I open my eyes.
It is a Zen notion
A reflection
Here is a place where the dragon can rest.















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Comments
very nice placement of sentences
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You say, look at me now. don't shut those dyslexic eyes. So your heart's a slow learner and those drugs are its disguise. Well, it's a clear costume, you might as well not try to hide.
i havent wrote in ever...but i still occasionally think in poems. so i hasnt left me yet!
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You say, look at me now. don't shut those dyslexic eyes. So your heart's a slow learner and those drugs are its disguise. Well, it's a clear costume, you might as well not try to hide.
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You say, look at me now. don't shut those dyslexic eyes. So your heart's a slow learner and those drugs are its disguise. Well, it's a clear costume, you might as well not try to hide.
From flowers, and the hair,
the slow-motion studied grace,
the ritual cadence, rain in the air,
to the dark naked vines entwining,
and a Zen notion...
i hope others will one day feel it growing slowly on them so they too can know how much sensual enchantment dwells from within.
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Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.
And in the 20s Tristan Tzara and other Dada artists would cut up writing and put it in a hat and write a "chance poem" that way.
A great technique!
all the best,
solar
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"We are intent on reducing art to its simplest expression, which is love." (Andre Breton)
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"We are intent on reducing art to its simplest expression, which is love." (Andre Breton)
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