Asymmetry has its own beauty
Nothing revealed, nothing concealed
Only loss of symmetry
Like death with its own mystery
Brings silence and tears.
The loved one—
the radiance when lost
should not be remembered
then the stars
I should not cry.
It will be difficult to thread a needle
If you are farsighted.
He loses his temper and throws the dental floss
He doesn’t want to talk or smile.
She doesn’t chase the last word anymore when she talks
She observes the three bees on the rhododendron.
He drives in the forest and along the coast
He is calm under the redwood trees.
She drops the vase filled with water and flowers on the living room
Her right hand is bleeding.
He helps her clean up
They decide to make amends.
“Seize the day,” the poet says
Helping others is the crowning praise.
It’s wonderful when verb and adjectives are used together
I like crabs dancing under the candle lights.
When pronouns drop in , it’s hilarious
All the nouns scatter.
They are laughing walking on the beach
Beethoven is a pianist, then a composer.
Experience of loss and sad endings are dispersed in life
They are secret ingredients of freedom.
She runs alone, alone with her own thoughts
The hardest challenge.
Failure, triumph, dried tears, lost tracts of time
In sepia then autumn raging with colors.
Embroidery is a sacred craft
We welcome new threads.
The day is new, let’s wave and embrace morning
Watch the fronds unfurl from sleep
Sun’s salutation, the first definition.
You are awake, look for the spider
Hungry and watchful and subtle
Experimentations in few moments of being:
A hole on the fence to see a world
Wide, bright, and far reaching
Turning a page, empty, eager to be filled
Words, sketches, and bouncing minds.
And you think the day is short