Wordless Sunday

 

Mystery

Asymmetry has its own beauty

Nothing revealed, nothing concealed

Only loss of symmetry

Like death with its own mystery

Brings silence and tears.

Memory

The loved one—

the radiance when lost

should not be remembered

with sadness

evening comes

then the stars

I should not cry.

Overflowing emotion

Trance

One by one

I thread filaments of thoughts

Standing in the rain.

HAPPY EASTER

THE LORD IS RISEN.

To taste five different vintages

The guide gives us detailed instructions

Old palate remembers

Wordless Monday

Time passing

Time’s passing so quickly 

You have not returned from your walk

You should have been getting ready

To go to ride the ferry 

Eating breakfast, dressing up

But morning unfurls like a yarn with a cat

The telephone is garbled confusion

Converging into cries and disbelief

Of what has happened.

 

Tears take time to dry

Smile takes time to sustain

Flowers, sea, flamingoes, stories can not 

Take the place of loss, we

Brave each morning, learning

New steps, each night may bring 

New dreams, to remember and celebrate 

Your life that will not return 

Understanding and surrender take time

Love bears and endures all things 

The only truth I have to know.

Shimmering

In colorful costumes, the children break out from May pole circle,

Running with outstretched arms, spreading like a fan

Butterflies shimmering in the light