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Poems with no home
Have had poems lying dormant on my hard drive. They needed a home, so I've moved them here. I can never decide whether I like my poems or not! If you read them I hope you like them.
Three poems made from memories of Japan.
Sakura (Cherry Blossom)
a gathering crowd swept in corners
on temple yard paths
by ancestral graves
pushed in a breath on a blade of grass
lost moments of bliss
like fine rain falling
like questions unanswered
left in a cerebral room
waiting for remembrance to set them free
our legs were bitten watching Zen archers through the trees
we watched and were caught by the wait for the arrow to fly
and in the silent moves in the dress of long ago
each still taut moment repeats
winning freedom in discipline
and in the end
the arrow flies
the mosquito drinks.
somewhere in the eyes of cello man lost in life on the Tokaido line
was the flicker of us all
in the terrapin’s snout above the surface of the water
in the spider’s red and yellow legs on its web
in the morning snake across the tarmac road
and in other cherry blossom
the jewel eyed centre of it all
in Gotenyama Heights apartment party
your eyes shone a teary glint on black iris before your Western audience
bowing across the strings of the great man made of wood
fingers around the long neck
ducking and plucking
your sound was inexpert but pure
the sound of air escaping a tight space
the squeeze of shoulders in the train
and your office space
you in your necktie and suit
just a salariman playing cello one Saturday night
we had ears to listen
and we heard, man, we heard you…
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