Abundantly Heart My Laughter

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

murmur of dry leaves
in the swirl back to cloud
bigger droplet

What lies in the periphery uncreates the distortion of what lies in the center.

whole river drowning
in a tear that wells up
but not the sound
of a swaying willow

where would I be without the breeze

gardenia breeze racing full moon
ripples in her silk night gown

sky wobbles
across pond
afternoon breeze

brightness of koi leaps to poetry
sunlit reading

for my different moods
one maple tree

stirring the sky
with her wet toes
beautiful day for teasing

whisper of leaves
applause, multiple rounds
eyes smiling

page turner
breeze

dew wobbling
in palm
baby's first steps

the many ways of clouds
falling on my palm

how far do lyrics drift
after listening
I catch my breath

eyes dark planets
tiny heart in middle of stitches line
lip sewed face
child draws
witnessed pain no word

dew slips on his cheek
her energetic field
without a body
muted sharing
at dawn

alone walking in the wind
bullfighting
how many piercing me

curling phase
tip of rose petal
he feels her toes
as they kiss

a thousand star shimmering
tonight and I am so ticklish

the feel to explode into glitter
of gazes that notice in silence

he offers a home to the sounds from her anklet

Why to opt for sarcasm when the other option is shared joy? How distorted is the belief that fading others joy means fading your own sadness?