Category: Poetry

Tea and bonsai

May 20, 2020

checked on the bonsai
made tea

walked under the greens
said hello to ducks
read till my arms began to admire the sun too much
put away the book
thought about getting a cat

drank more tea
meandered about love
got lost in my own loneliness
until I remembered I’m a hermit
and solitude is my soul’s wish

relaxed into my teacup
came to the conclusion
that it would be welcome
this love thing
but then
who’d check on the bonsai

or feed the cat

While waiting in line I talk to the trees

May 12, 2020

Is there anything more serene
than seeing a baby blue sky
resting upon a tree’s new green?

I looked behind me
while waiting in line
and there were the trees
splendid as always
the old bodies
the new welcomes

I replied to their hello
and they drew my soul in
to the sound
of their colours
their many shades of green
kissing the subtle shade of blue

I ask again

Is there anything more serene
than seeing a baby blue sky
resting upon a tree’s new green?

 

the art of seeing

April 23, 2020

This welcome sunshine
burns away thoughts of that sweet rain
which washed away that radiant sunshine
after it burnt away those morning mists
which dampened spirits of those moonilt fields
whose silence opened to breathe the stars
as they themselves woke the might of time
where it sparked imagination into being
and that life there, that simple dream
taught the soul the art of seeing
and that life there, that simple sight
opened doors to the unseen light
of this dark world, this world of
fragile alchemic blight
where the sun it shines to breathe new life
to give us hope for a world of sight