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Author Archives: skyraftwanderer
Gourd
From my home of rocks and wood and ever flowing current crafted by whiskers and many taste buds I’ve seen many moons, and quite a few suns. And most every night and on odd days, he sees me and hangs … Continue reading
Wisps
Sentence fragments. Blank pages. Fractured poems rotate endlessly. Shoulders shunt. Note pad becomes pillow. Everything sinks into black. Ancient forever flame leaves no prints across vast forests. An empty gate stands before jeweled cliffs and jade peaks. There blazing horns … Continue reading
Falcon Arrow
In emerald depths bamboo stalks bend, and bend. In jade space maple leaves sail, and sail. In leaf green, maiden hair twists, and twists. A falcon arrow stops in flight. A new world is born in splintered wood. ~~~ In … Continue reading
Flux
Formless howl. Emptiness that shimmers, fluxes with spirals raging asunder. Silver blade gives this form. Izanagi and Izanami in your kitchen. ~~~ Image found here: http://www.artisticrealism.com/faithteblog/daily-paintings/my-cup-tea-aceo-paintings Everyone likes tea.
The Thunder God and The Mud
Ten thousand layers of mud. Another district crumples to dust. Eighty four days. Yellow robes caked in mud. Empty hands continue searching. Scarred and twisted, tendons stretched beyond mortal limits. Thoughts of Izanagi and Izanami preserve effort and rend doubt. … Continue reading
Buster Keaton
Whatever the weather gods plan, flowers always blossom. Under sunlight, it’s a lightening blast of colour crawling through treacle pits. Under cloud it’s a slow unfurling of Buster Keaton’s black and white rain in perfect silence. And it’s always beautiful. … Continue reading
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Tagged Black and White, Blog, Blogging, Flowers, Poem, Poetry, Silent Film, Write, Writing
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Fort (Mark II)
No more orders, directives have ceased. They’ve fallen from rotation. Senses have dulled, thoughts numbed. The soldiers match the forts dereliction. The enemy have never showed. The steppe remains empty. Lone caravans become regiments, roaming animals become mythical beasts. Such … Continue reading
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Tagged Blog, Blogging, Dino Buzzati, Poem, Poetry, Steppe, The Tartar Steppe, Write, Writing
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Red Brush Coat
The red brush coat of a wandering fox by his hut it foraged every night. The red brush coat of a wandering fox through cage bars gazed at a piecemeal moon. The red brush coat of a wandering fox left … Continue reading
Diamond Pure Contentment
Moonlight perches on the plum blossom serene, tanuki smuggle straw hats down vine tangled paths. A billowing flag peeks over the hill, a women’s smile unfurls, a sitting buddha gazes with diamond pure contentment. ~~~ Image found here: http://www.bonsaiinformation.com/scrolls02.htm Can’t … Continue reading
