oznorCO

A moment between
empty liquor bottles,
and the cold smell of fish.
Someone singing about
“Making plans for Nigel”,
in the hutongs of Tainan.
Too many thoughts
in my head.

I look up,
from writing
to street life
and souls
dragging down.
While I wait,
for a night of
the new moon.
This is
the way I know.

qrf

Today, would have been my 31st wedding anniversary…. but it was not to be. So, I wrote this poem 🙏

Ebon lights,
and a blue moon.
For a moment,
I had you again.
But then….
you left like clouds.
A stray bird,
on a broken branch.
It was not
our time.

As it starts to clear,
my old friend, the sea
knocks for his breakfast.
Silently, I leave the bed
and try to make it home.

Grains of sand
blowing into
a sentence.
Wind blown
down to the bone.
Walking along
the beach,
the sea does
my thinking.

South beach,
another sand storm,
another wave gathers.
Reaching the top,
on a distant shore.

Pictures taken today at the South              Beach, Nanwan,, Taiwan .

Wild waves
and thunder sand.
Washes away
the pain.
I passionately
kiss the sea.
Our souls entwined
once more.

rhdr

I talked with the old trains
of Tawian today,
alone as you and me.
They told me about
midwinter gloom,
and hot summer winds.
And how they hoped
to move out tomorrow,
with different sounds.

oznorCO

oznorCO

A walk and a poem in Kaohsiung Taiwan.

The day did not change.
Rain in Taipei.
Rain in Kaohsiung.
I rested for a time,
to drink coffee
and write a poem.
Imagining better days,
until the rain stopped.
Then, once again
I continued my way.

oznorCO

Damp January night,
spreads wild
across car filled roads.
Empty and tattered
coffee cups
dance and weave
through winter trees.
The first cold night
in days.