No sound to this
spring rain-
but the rocks darken
– Anita Virgil
The moon
broken again and again on the sea
so easily mends
– Choshu
A firefly flitted by:
“Look”! I almost said
but I was alone
– Taigi
An Ocean away-
tried to draw her closer
with pencil and paper.
Summer night:
in my eyes starlight
hundreds of years old
– George Swede
This huge ocean-
I could stand here forever
it would still come to me..
– Proxade Davis
Today it struck me-
the thought of red suns setting
after I’m gone.
– Gunther Klinge
The bracelet you left behind
so easily removed
handcuff of my desire.
It is hard to dislike a place where you’ve been laughing every five minutes. And eating good food. And having great conversations with random strangers. And making new friends. Where good natured ribbing, flamboyance, art, tradition and culture blend smoothly into the potpourri of life. In short, it is hard to dislike...
When I was young, my Grandpa’s brother would always bring story books when he came a-visiting. Today many things have been forgotten and he is no more, but he stays stuck in my head as a memory: the “cool” person who’d always bring me books.