One day, this existence
Will all be water
Under the bridge disappeared,
A life as fragile and as delicate
As the dehiscent fears
Of a daffodil descending,
Or dreams in the oblong
Wrongs of my bluebell tears,
Or the crinoline ribs
Of a single chicken’s egg
In a bowl, on a table,
Her perfectly oval
Smooth essence of Soul
Controls internal elements
And hides the chalazae
Of you and I
In albumen and furrows.
In the furthest distance
Untravelled, a dog is asleep
On a Mediterranean
Mezzanine painted
In daffodil-yellow.
Outside, the ruffled pigeons
Are courting again,
Their chests as wide
As the yawns of lionesses,
Just like last year.
The glazed terracotta breaks,
And another ten the same.
I reach into my own senescence.
Tag: soul
Haiku #707 – #709
707.
Did I make the rule,
Or did the governing rules
Make bluebells from me?
708.
Little spider’s world,
Long hibernation’s ended;
Fearless, these atoms.
709.
I am the ink-dot
Of daily exclamations.
Punctuated soul.
Haiku #706
706.
Copper harvest soul,
Like flats filled with stolen lead;
Nowhere left to go.
Haiku #703
703.
A breath of fresh air,
And the way, love, that you care;
Souls are replenished.
Haiku #700
700.
I tidy my house
For those seven hundred ghosts.
Guests do not visit.
Sapporo Soul
I tried to write haiku,
My mind was filled with you;
To snowy-Sapporo I travelled,
My heart was there untrue.
My master was a death of me,
As virtuous masters do;
Little need for death now here
Within a width anew.
I brushed you with a whisper,
The living letters flew;
I tried to write haiku down
But now I write for you.
Love, How Do I Find You
Love, how do I find you,
When lifetimes are apart.
If I’d superabilities
I would press restart.
If with just humility
I’d love you from my heart,
Love how do I find you,
When life was just a draft.
Haiku #660 – #662
660.
Blue October rains,
How can anything be the same
Now I have a name.
661.
My ears are yearning;
All these years were slow-burning
In nautilus souls.
662.
Long maritime love;
I’ve been at sea for so long.
Rock salt, scented words.
Mausoleum
When you evaporated from
This godforsaken place,
Something inside me
Likewise quietly escaped
Through three brass valves
Which sound the bells
Of souls and fortune we
Sometimes take for granted.
The organ stops underfoot
Created calamitous notes,
Wooden pressures of self-respect
And a better taste for goodness
Evaporated also, and pews
And candles and last laments
Lost all colour and remnants
Of purpose, and the steel sutures
Became fused into my skeleton.
I walked on ravaged plains,
Desert heat transfering
Into my bones where roads
Once flooded with yellow pelatons,
Until that fated journey
To your mausoleum, built
In the old marble museum
Of my diminishing future.
Soul Mechanics
A samurai trod a path he’d chosen
To keep the peace from danger,
While love he left in dreams of a shogun
Broke his heart for a stranger.
He walked with his staff for a year and a half,
Seeking soul mechanics,
Though all he found was a constant sound
From the ancient waves’ rheumatics.
There was no art to his mission,
No destination, no learning;
Only forgoing her name’s definition
Might extinguish the flames of his yearning.
Love held his armour in place,
Sad truth when rusted by dearth;
He settled his debt with the great daimyo’s grace,
Though the parts still fell to the earth.
Along a coastal road, resigned,
I thought I saw him, ghosts apart;
Erroneous nomad, the way was designed
By those who would pierce your heart.
