A Life; Bending
Please share with me your own philosophy of life and if you have your own theory on the aesthetics of art/beauty.
This post, you could say, is a chapbook of my haiku as well as haiku-inspired poetry. Some of these are definitely not in the philosophy but are poems I felt inspired to write when I was "reclined in the state of zen" (though some of these are strict to the "rules" of the haiku tradition).
Though this book will be a project for my own joy I am curious if any of you Steemians would be interested in a hardcopy version of my poetry? Let me know <3
You go
I cry
a river longs for sleep
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Some hop over,
some stomp through;
the puddle
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The tree bark cracks
Thick with moss;
Another birthday
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Even the dead
he visits;
the wasp
at my vase
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How envious
that the pigeon begs
no purpose
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Needles,
pricking the breeze;
sew the scent of evergreen
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The puddle,
flooding,
spills my reflection
down a street grate
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delusions:
Predicting rain,
and yet
I forget the season
**
Sitting in the silent room,
your music
comes to mind
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Sun,
Through aphid lace
Speckles my lover's back -
A thousand windows invites this touch
Each freckle of light
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The maple’s bough
bending
lower,
lower -
dips the dancing moon;
not a leaf rustled
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Farsi,
from her lips
inscribes the sky;
lazuli
they fly -
two eagles
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Dressed for moonlight,
only silver
only a whisper
to anoint skin
with skin
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Water,
pooling,
makes lakes
out of collarbones
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Two suns
one mango, one fire
spill morning’s nectar
down my browned arm
Sticky and free -
These blue plains
wedded,
still;
I bathe in canopy
**
Waning silver lip
Sips the llapping floodplains
Of this slurried night;
A conch shell
Stranded at my window
An invitation
To hear your
Name
One more
Time
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Altars left by winter;
the twigs of a bird nest balanced
on the twigs of a tree
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Back to back they sleep,
two bookends
Under sheets
**
Malting;
red wool caught
on the white willow
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Floating down night’s bated breath,
my nakedness a raft
for this moon's trembling light;
drifting, drifting -
to carry
to guide,
the moon, to illume
even the slightest sigh
of love
**
Seeking warmth
above my bed -
the spiders' graveyard
**
Hiking for days,
all the trees
Mona Lisa
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Sitting in the lawn chair
beckoning Ra;
damp leaves crisping
under foot
Zameena Zen