雨山


Poems


Gentle Exorcism

A ghost haunts the blue rooms
I see your face in mirrors
Burn the sage and sweet grass
Light the white candles
Sprinkle rice and then salt
It hurts to be turned away from the door
May the rain wash us clean
May the wet earth uphold our feet
May a bright hearth warm us
May we both find peace and rest


Villanelle #1

The boys in green; they in the ground a-lay
Along the purple road into the night
The battle no-one won was on that day

Upon the major's brows was flecked with gray
The sorrows of the sullen, silly fight
The boys in green; they in the ground a-lay

And poured like wine into the yellow clay
The running reddened rivers of their fright
The battle no-one won was on that day

These children chopped and charged into the fray
Dissevered by the shards of silver spite
The boys in green; they in the ground a-lay

Amid the chaos, one, I heard him say,
"Lord, wash us with thy blood and make us white!"
The battle no-one won was on that day

And when the blackened bullets them a-slay
The Lord done took 'em home into the light
The boys in green; they in the ground a-lay
The battle no-one won was on that day


Tankas

// #1

The temple bell’s call
Dances on cherry blossoms
In the fresh spring breeze.
Let us go to the village
Together, my sweet daughter!

// #2

See the silver fish
Glittering in the river?
He fancies himself
Lord of the Rushing Currents,
Dancing in the flashing sun.

// #3

Her hair falls smoothly,
Like a jet black waterfall —
Raven ink spilling
Darkly on the porcelain
White, snowy slope of her neck.

// #4

The little bird arcs,
Tumbles in the bitter blast
From the leaden clouds.
Why is life so hard, my friend?
All you want is your warm nest!


Untitled #3

Pencil almost touching paper
What to say?
Clouds slide over the sun
Swirling voices blur

Colors and lights
Pencil and paper
What to say?

Shadows and sleep
Pencil and paper
What to say?

Heart not beating yet
What to say?
Am I almost alive yet?
Is it time?