poem
Yesterday the wind came And pushed some trees over Humans – hairless apes, really - Pointed and stared
The next day
Yesterday the wind came And pushed some trees over Humans – hairless apes, really - Pointed and stared
The next day
I attempt a haiku as a response to each site that I have visited on this tiny island.
Flitting past humans Helmets glow and dance. No sun. Life beneath the waves
Endless screams and shrieks Long arms – furry – swing past trees Orange men with tails
Leaf falls to the ground Blessing the earth that holds it Reciprocity
I can't write poems I can't take a photograph Creative self-doubt
Simple game. Few rules. Fun and laughter in childhood Give me back those days
我走过寒冬 多么灿烂的阳光 季节的流动
dart pierces the sky humans stop breathing, awe-struck migratory birds
The sun shines again After a paper-white moon Lone bird starts his song
Here? Never again! Rain falling on a sick man I must not delay
又無いだ 雨は怖いだ はやく！せんせい！
What is a poet? A person who suffers from poverty And in his emptiness He sees A gem in the dirt And shines the gem for all
But don't forget that the gem came Because you are poor
I went to the graveyard And saw two pigeons
One chased the other Cannibalism or courtship?