Send Ryu to fetch someHaikus and Senryus withoutFighting in the street.
Blooming love, wild art,
A poet builds worlds,
Life is a story.Blood is the ink; pages, bones — editing our hearts.
Mama was dyingHe took me into his armsAnd sang me a song
(A haiku)
I close my eyes
Just to see, the one person
I swore never to see ever again!!
What’s love?
on the horizona hint of light beckons usto pull these tired bones from bed
together we rosea keen pair of travellerseyes ablaze for adventure
For all who are in process — who change, who dream, who fearlessly loosen their hearts at the seams to make room for something new…