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! 🌸💗🌸
A little poem for autumn-lovers, and lovers of autumn leaves and love🍁🍂❤️
this dance on the horizons
of time
of all beginnings and endings
is aflame
in crimson windblown waves
and i
i surrender deep
into the dark and soft soil
of
love
t um blin g at the edge of the world i fall down tumbling with the awkward grace of a dancer unhinged unfettered unbridled and entirely undone free free now and cascading freely down and over the edge and at last tumbling tumbling down t um blin g down and and into the l i g h t
today i found my heart
in the spirit of a wild flower
wrapped around
this love
this singular and this sweet love
delicately
and yet, and yet, and yet
and yet ever so
inextricably
What love courses through every fiber, cell, and mitochondria of your body?
What is the one precious love you hold on to?
Michiru Adrienne 