Monday, September 11, 2006

Tacit Sorrow

Wake up at dawn.
Do not drift.
Scratch the yawn,
and drink the mist.

Don't knock on water,
or spit on stone.
They baptize water,
you'll fall on stone.

Lie down in riverbed,
on mud below.
The brown leaves mingle,
with grey minnow

Trickling brook,
green fern and wet lily.
Tickling brook.
Dragon fly lazy.

Burning air,
reflecting sol.
Murky glare,
untill nightfall.

Distant quiet.
Chirping frog.
Croacking cricket.
Silent fog.

Lichen red rock.
lays beside green reeds.
Your chewing stalk,
while tending weeds.

Soundless lament.
Raised up to dark sky.
Muffled whispers,
whistle why.

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