Mountains and sky wonder. The crowds outside, lift the wind. A spoonbill laughs, ripples from a rock I’ve thrown. In the woods just out of sight, a jade beauty sings to me. Now my tendrilled soul, has found its home. To sing the songs of the heart. Soothing the sun to slumber.
Poetry, for me… is about moments… sometimes creating them… sometimes remembering them. They are always there.
Pillowed up in my room, summers heat still on my back. A long night of soul -recalling blasts. That turn into a dull grey dawn. A few turns to the left, and a strain of the air. And there you are…… No longer a muffled cry. A wildness, pure and fine.
Since I arrived in Taiwan, I have written more than 200 poems. Tomorrow, I leave Taiwan for Hong Kong. 🙏
The hot summer sun, healing hardened hearts. Now at an end. From darkness to light, you gave me your love. Morning rush, and afternoon kisses. And night rains passion, bluer than the bluest ocean. Chance made it happen. Do not despair, a love again – we meet.