Guarding its dumpster,
the wary cat waits for me
and my moldy cheese.
Waves bring messages,
Mankind waits along the beach,
Those of peace still drown.
alone in the dark
mingling with a row of coats
hanging from their hoods
These birdsongs- are they
mechanized or is this real?
The dead trees still loom...
Now the leaves return
So the high wind sings once more
Six months the frost waits
the bats still spread black
wings across the front window
on thanksgiving day
A ghostly soldier
A mother and babe alone
The Price of Freedom
A bass freshly caught
lies still as death in the grass
then flops to water
Stillness of the dawn
where the lonely cry rings out
and the sun rises
there was a time I
waited anxiously for you
to stand on your own
Sky full of clover:
a bouquet of red roses
one lonely tulip
The first sound, which heard
when the roar of silence breaks,
is the sound of joy
ambulance sirens
piercing through the peaceful night
drown cicadas? songs
She's haunted waiting
rooms, hoping to hear her name,
ever since he left
Autumn sun casts light
On the silence of stories
Grandmothers creases.
the hurricane ends
those loud wind chimes from next door
still in our front yard
sound of cicadas
quiet and fade from hot air
dry like empty shells
Dance with me, firefly
In silent fairy gardens
Aglow with your light
Sneaking children dash
Tumbling like drunken ninjas
Silent but giggly
Heat envelopes me,
The clock ticks, the curtain's still,
Salty sweat trickles.
Red mushrooms growing
From rotting walnut branches
Waiting to be burned
Sometimes late at night
when all the world is quiet
I hear my heartbeat
Late nights of nothing
sound quiet as rain on grass
and I grow as fast.
Poet stands alone,
writing light into darkness,
teaching us to see.
Quiet winter day
New moon visible at noon
Two crows flying west
Last Huey rises
from Saigon's embassy roof
ladder's rungs still full.
Rose hues on gray sky
Earth blue islands faraway
Worlds where no one dies.
two waves of movement
walking the cooling pavement
across the silence
Hot noon in August -
I swim alone in a pool,
hawk circling above.
Waves bring messages,
Mankind waits along the beach-
Those of peace still drown.
Breeze rustles dry grass
Birds sing, frogs croak, squirrels chirp
The sounds of silence
silence on the beach
your sky vast and crystal clear
my heart wide open
sorrow is not kind
tender or gentle in scope?
just cold like silence
Woods are so peaceful,
a place you can breathe the air,
and unclear the mind.
Memories are wiped
Out of their crumpled fortress.
A smile still lingers.
Mermaids drink the night.
From shells of turquoise and gold.
Still they cannot breathe.