My picture.
Not another sound
Culture
Fade to grey
My Pictures
Behind the bright clouds,
a sun on thin ice.
Eyelids – filter
smoke trailed habits,
through cold crisp mornings.
And ripple reflections
of monochrome buildings.
The clouds edge
My Picture
A warm day in the city,
say no words.
Time is collapsing
and a sea returning for now.
All to enlarge the circle,
why not?
(a poem of indifference)
Blackout
My picture: Electricity loss is a common occurrence…so when it happens (as it did tonight)…I try and be creative 🙂
No power again tonight,
a field of evening silence.
Shadows caught on nails
and poems by candlelight.
Distant mountains muttering thunder,
releasing the clouds
one by one….. by one.
As the wildflowers,
let the years slip away.
The pain of time
My drawing: reflecting on a past moment this afternoon.
Looking back,
then the two of us
Loop after loop
and running fast.
Now blue slumber,
sprouts thin shadows.
And soft falls the veils,
on the blushing sun.
Walking in the garden with Qu Yuan
My drawing: Today is Dragon Boat Festival in China: The Dragon Boat Festival (Duanwu Festival, Duānwǔ Jié, Double Fifth, Tuen Ng Jit) is a traditional holiday that commemorates the life and death of the famous Chinese scholar Qu Yuan (Chu Yuan).The festival occurs on the fifth day of the fifth month on the Chinese lunisolar calendar. So…I sketched this drawing of Qu Yuan (a poet and politician)
I did not know you last night,
then the doctors and nurses
….. the souls of China….
told me about your mountain spirit
and banners of cassia.
So I thought of bamboo groves,
and sky still unseen.
And how the thunder rumbles
and rain darkens
after all these years.
daydream
My picture
a very, weary day flies
sailing in concrete seas
with deep sleep a faint howl
cherished dreams take flight
Secret laughter
hdrpl
My Picture of John Coltrane
Wondering here,
while in the other room
most do not.
I listen to John Coltrane,
and raise a speculative eyebrow
that few will notice.
“Now watch me” I say
but they never look…. and
much goes on the same way.
Like belief in great jazz.
A void speaks
My Picture: Taken in Harbin.
A Wandering Poet 