between romps, adventures, clatter come as leafly rustles
Category: Poesy-Prosey-Artsy
scribbles that look like poems but don’t scan nor rhyme; or else they look like regular writing – in which case they are prose; or they are pictures (which look like neither)…
pohaku/wai
at first glance a wall but a visage lovelier for weathered sculpture beyond the surface freshness – shadows and depth beguile and confuse
blue:bicycles:red
blue me, wandering beside blue canal – I laugh at a hawsered laundry of bicycles: bicycles everywhere; stacked, leaning, piled, jumbled in scrums yet these two, almost kissing a chaste synapse separating blue and red: red lights, not chaste, yet separated from me by the synapse of canal and too little money so: blue me Amsterdam images, compressed…
ikebana
in winter’s wet lee beauty piques as maiden’s glee: – surprise! birthday cake On a stormy, wet winter Saturday – two days before Spring starts – we went to an Ikebana Show in San Francisco. I got lost in the complex displays. But I found joy in the elegant and simple arrangements. And:…