A designated graffiti wall on 8th Street in San Francisco.
(2010)
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When the Watch Stopped/10:16pm
I ache alone in this room,
reflecting on your flight.
Spring is now in blissful bloom;
flowers feast on lofty light.
Reflecting on your flight,
shadows pass o’er my face.
Flowers feast on lofty light;
I swear away prayers of grace.
Shadows pass o’er my face.
Wise eyes are wet with woe.
I swear away prayers of grace,
underneath a lamplight’s glow.
Wise eyes are wet with woe.
Spring is now in blissful bloom.
Underneath a lamplight’s glow,
I ache alone in this room.
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This is the last in a series of three pantoums that were inspired by discarded watches which I found in my apartment’s communal glass recycling bin. I selected three from the bunch that I found to be visually interesting, and then wrote poems about what was occurring when each of the watches stopped running.
non-blue blue bird
He looked a little sad to me.
Cinquain/XXVI
this year
unwelcome waves
washed away darlings, dear;
yea – all shall become sleepy slaves
in graves
By Your Side
Published in picture format because I don’t know how to keep the formatting of the poem using wordpress’s text editor.
Lovely Lucia
Saint Lucia provides light in the darkness, even in the dog days of summer. Saint Lucia’s Day is a winter holiday and is celebrated on December 13th, but I like to keep her spirit in our house year-round.
…blithe butterfly…
A butterfly by the Geum-Ho River in Daegu, South Korea.
(2013)
If you know what kind of butterfly this is, please leave a comment. I tried to look online, but couldn’t figure it out.
When the Watch Stopped/10:02am
On a mild morn in May
her fists festoon this action.
Since I cannot flee the fray,
courage seeks some traction.
Her fists festoon this action;
insults wound a thistle heart.
Courage seeks some traction,
for in a second, war shall start.
Insults wound a thistle heart;
fingers mingle in dank dirt,
for in a second war shall start;
soft soil now accosts my skirt.
Fingers mingle in dank dirt,
since I cannot flee the fray.
Soft soil now accosts my skirt
on a mild morn in May.
homegrown tomatoes
homegrown tomatoes
homegrown tomatoes
what would I do without homegrown tomatoes?
only two things that money can’t buy
true love
AND
homegrown tomatoes
Captivating Clouds
The view from my window in Daegu, South Korea.
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