Tuesday, November 28, 2006

I seek the gap again
between edges of memories
where no words suffice
And what to say to Beloveds
who also feel you breathe

To say naught is best
then all remains understood
for Winter gifts us Spring

Tanka


the moon light betwixt
weave of branches bare
half an orb away
she who would come to his bed
only to leave by morning

Thursday, November 23, 2006

featured poet of the day

Calibrating affection
is like flying turtles.
It just doesn’t happen
What did you say?Maybe.
What if they
were sucked into the
sky, tornado force five?
Impossible things
happen I see – no
arbitrary measures
can set standards for
the weight of myaffection though.
I want to say it’s
best described inNewtons; something
heavy. Concrete babe.
My heart clings to
my upper rib cage but
can’t hold on and falls
into my stomach.
Butterflies fill my
head and all is right
in the world, because
we’re respecting the
weight of all this
affection.
))){ fast matty

Thursday, November 09, 2006

"When we seek for connection,
we restore the world to wholeness.
Our seemingly separate lives become meaningful
as we discover how truly necessary
we are to each other."
Margaret Wheatley

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Mi Casa es Su Casa

Dear Rain,

Thank you for coming with such passion.

You are welcome anytime.

And I await your return.

Love,

Love
My table is set
for the friends
I have not met yet

Yes that would be you
With whom I would gladly bear my soul
Over a cup of tea

I wait like a lover two moon-filled nights
Feeling you so near
And put the kettle on to boil

That will momentarily sing your praises
While I harmonize