moon chops through clouds swelled with wind
by neither wind nor hand a lute wanders hundred year tunes
a gathering of umbrellas in hopscotch pattern hope for night rain
a sandle hops into night black the words will have to swirl
wind swelled clouds part before the chopping moon
with no owner a lute plays a hundred year sorrow
waiting for rain umbrellas hop in dipper patterns
a sandle enters into night words frozen in empty mind
Image one found here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kasa-obake
Image two found here: http://bulbanews.bulbagarden.net/wiki/On_the_Origin_of_Species:_Shuppet_and_Banette
More yokai things and thing to do with yokai.
A sense of archaic artistry swirls in your atmospheric imagery, especially liked the image of the lute face !!! Captivating as usual !!
What a wonderful and playful write… I love that lute face too.
Interesting work – I admire the strtech and ambition in yur work and will be back for more… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
The thing that comes to mind for me is the Universe before minds..open for minds to see…
The match between the first verse and picture is stunning. You drew the picture with your words.
“..the words will have to swirl…” YES, sometimes they just do! ~J
this poem feels like abstract painting… very cool write
I loved this…somehow it felt like a blend of, yes, Japanese imagery and maybe a little does of psychedelic something. Fun read, great imagination.
…the abstraction in this is beyond expected… hopefully, the long wait will be over soon…. smiles… i’m digging deep trying to figure out what exactly is that 2nd photo is about… ha… smiles…
nice work! I enjoyed this piece!
More enchantment from your magical pen. Love it, Sky :)) xoxo
loved the image of the wandering lute..the whimsical nature of the poem..this line ‘with no owner a lute plays a hundred year sorrow’ moved me..like a song/message to be spread with no one to carry the message..makes me think of poets writing the pain seeking an ownership of joy to sing
Love the combination of images and words. Wonderful
Love how one leads to the next so perfectly and the moon chopping is brilliant.
The images so distinct and so succinctly stated. Felt very haiku-like in its best sense. It created an emotional response. Lovely!
Loved those hunderd year tunes. A nice Alice In Wonderland feel too.