feeling sad and sorrow
disbelief despair fragility hurt trapped amnesia wrath
silence and defeat……
or hope?
all relentless contenders for my heart
whose elegant hand shall i hold
in this midnight dance of broken dreams
in this midday masquerade of love
Dear Angel of The Darkness,
Won’t you step out from behind the clouds?
This moon, overcome by the sea, is drowned.
Waning, her light cannot
shine
in this sky
without
you.
Courtesy of Facebook memories, the above poem was brought back to me from three years ago when I was still living in Japan. And there was a much older haiku from some eleven or twelve years ago, also inspired by pink blossoms. Unbeknownst to me, I have been a pink flower poet in the making for much longer than I had realized. I now declare henceforth the promulgation of flowetry—flower poetry. 🤭
Wishing you a happy and flower-full spring! 🌸💗🌸
Happy Lunar New Year! We have entered the year of the dragon and so here is a poem I wrote over four and a half years ago, titled simply, dragon. Unbeknownst to me then, I was indeed truly entering unchartered oceans of enchantment in ways which were beyond my wildest dreams… beyond even, my own imaginative capacity. So much has transpired in these past four and a half years, and now it is already 2024—the year of the dragon itself. I believe the most magical is still yet to come. Get ready!
Wishing all of you a wonderful and beautiful new year🐉🔮
sometimes
we just gotta b r e a t h e
and be
okay
with just being.
this body
in the soft folds of kimono
also creases
gently
without resistance
to earth and to drifting stars
this body breathing, obi-bound, is a delicate dance
like butterflies in the wind
like waves of the ocean
rising and falling
weaving together all the days and all the nights into one endless strand
step after step
fold after fold
crease after crease
this body is singing
and dreaming
is birthing
anew
worlds of beautiful
empires rise and fall
and the world’s great cities are built to someday crumble back into the earth
as landmasses collide and drift apart
the stars, in brilliant constellations, climb up into the night sky only to disappear again
buried somewhere beneath the horizon of day
and we come and we go, again
and again
and yet
we dance, again
all the while we dance
again
in these eternal arms of love
i want to fly with wings
like the angels
full of light and love and peace
beautiful
and in the divine wind, dance
like the starlings
precise, purposeful, impeccably wild and free
in spite of all these tears
the hardship and the heartache
in spite of our wars and endless trauma, catastrophe, disaster and destruction
i want to fall
again and again
like the drunken fools
madly in love with this world
Michiru Adrienne 