poet's park
only the rustling grasses
on this trail
May 2014
bird loud day
the after-echo
of nothing
fourth act . . .
my soliloquy
in the clouds
grey Buddha
a halo of hydrangeas
soften the stone
dead silence
the scattered remains
of a big bang
not expecting
such fucking fruitfulness
this pulp of love
south-sea breeze
a colonial oak's
death rattle
autumn road . . .
the sound of emptiness
in my footfall
stillborn lullaby
the stretch of the milky way
between our voices
the echo
after ever after
autumn silence
gibbet dawn . . .
the jangle of silver
dangles down
cancer ward —
nursery rhymes tick-tock
bitter clear
amazing!
I awaken still me
after sleep
night of stars!
the hairs on the nape
of my neck
may day —
a geisha flowers
within her
may day —
flowers re-occupy
their shadows
sea breeze —
the end of time
rustling
the tui's descant
irridescence teetering
at the edge of light
winter's end
light pulls back
to the surface
THF Per Diem Archive
S. Pierides December 2014, Light & Dark
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