sometimes she wakes at 3am
wondering what if she were wrong
and this a mistake
the life she should have led
misplaced in some corner
of a room she passed through
on her way to somewhere else
then that long stare
into darkness
till morning
Month: October 2016
Touchstone by Paul Blackburn
“Something
by which
all else
can be measured.”
Something
by which
to measure
all else.
Flexions by Paul Blackburn
the rivers of afternoon
flowing about you as you
move . stop, standing
afterward in my bathroom
naked among the young plants
in the green light singing
softly to yourself
CIAO by Paul Blackburn
I’m sorry
life was tranquil (sort of)
then
‘when you lifted but the glove of one white hand’
etcetera
when love comes calling: for Altynai & Serkan Polat
two hearts
melt
into one
when love
comes calling
Saying Goodbye by Yu Xuanji
Several nights in this gorgeous pavilion
and I began to have expectations
until my darling surprised me
he had to be off on a journey
so I sleep alone and don’t discuss
the whereabouts of clouds
around the lamp, now almost spent,
one lost moth is circling.
translated by David Young & Jiann I. Lin
once in my bookstore
once
in my bookstore
a woman approached books
as if they were holy scripture
tenderly turning pages
letting the poetry
wash over her
I could love
a woman like that
in whose hands
a heart
would be cherished
and safe
TheYinwu Pavilion by Yu Xuanji
Blossoms of spring, the autumn moon–
you have to turn them into poems
the bright days, the clear nights–
you feel surrounded by floating gods
I rolled up the curtain idly
and never rolled it back
I moved my couch to face the mountains
and slept here from then on.
translated by David Young & Jiann I. Lin
a simple act: for Rukiye Uçar & all others like her & for all displaced children in this war-weary world
a simple act
of kindness compassion
braiding hair
brushing clothes
putting food in a bowl
refilling a cup
bind us together
to those in need
of our love
refer to the post on FORGOTTEN HOPES
rukiaucar.wordpress.com
quote from Funny Girl by Nick Hornby
Years later, Tony would discover that writers never felt they belonged anywhere. That was one of the reasons they became writers.
Leonard Durso 