Digging a Hole

Response to Iris Law’s poem
When my brothers and I were young
We decided to dig a hole to China
Should take a couple of weeks at most
Apparently we dug in the wrong spot
We never could find the way
That led to that mythical land

Response to Iris Law’s poem

Having lived in California
My life seems filled
With Greens Reds and Blues
The colors of life

Today I stepped outside
And saw a hawk circling
Reddish wings
In Blue White Sky

As I watched
It circled close
Watching me
I could feel
The hunger
I stepped into shadow
The Hawk lost interest

Asian Pear trees
Pink buds peeking out
Came into focus
Freeing me of the bird
And Hawkish thoughts
Of Blood

I gift you with these images
May they warm you
In your Winter White

Yamabuki
Feb 2010
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Angel Light



In visions and dreams 

I hear the angels sing  
Why can’t I reflect their songs 
To make my own words ring 
Knowing angelic beauty true
Why do my words feel so wrong?
It’s true.
My inner senses
Know
Somehow they know
They 
See?
Hear?
Feel?
Smell?
Taste?
No, No, NO!
I have no names
For these inner senses
These dreams
That somehow know
The Songs 
The Angels sing
Yet somehow 
I hear them still
As through a glass darkly
They dazzle my mind’s eye
With their radiance 
Even here words fail me
I’ve sensed it all my life
When I’ve heard stories
Of composers
And other artists
Who somehow
Someway
Experienced 
This
Primordial
Archetypal
Angelic
Bliss 
Of
Dancing
Light and Darkness
Entwined
Beyond our imaginings
I would feel 
Something in me
Resonate
And
Ache
Longing for
That
Spellbound
Enthralled
Reflection
Of these
Angelic 
Harmonies
And
I am 
Frustrated
Saddened
Blocked
That
I cannot
Bring
To my words
This Beauty
Now 
Especially
That I’m writing
My poetic Visions
Poor as they may be
I long to give them
What my inner dreams see
But all that I can say is
My sad C’est la Vie
Yamabuki
Feb 2010

Dark Angels Song

Thank You Anjkan
for letting me use your wonderful Photograph
Many people take pictures,
but your Photographic Vision is Extraordinary

“I love you
As certain dark things
Are to be loved, 
In secret,
Between the shadow and the soul.”
 — from a poem by Pablo Neruda
‘tween
Soul & Shadow
Lives
The Night,
That Crack
Between
The Worlds,
Where all
Is Plausible,
And
Blind
Fate
Does
Surly
Blink,
And
Dark Angels
Sing
The
Silence
Yamabuki
Feb 2010

Crazy, Man

Portrait of Daniel-Henry Kahnweiler, 1910,
The Art Institute of Chicago.
Picasso’s Analytical Cubist portrait
of his longtime art dealer.
Picasso wrote of Kahnweiler
What would have become of us
if Kahnweiler hadn’t had a business sense?

Crazy, man
Catching words
Right or wrong
Is for the birds

Life’s complex
Not black or white
Nothing’s simple
Wrong or right

Shades of gray
Light the way
That’s what I see
That’s what I say

Am I crazy
Am I sane
It’s all just words
In my brain

Courts in session
Jury’s here
If I’m guilty
The price is dear

Go to prison
Or going free
There’s always more
That I can be

Yamabuki
Feb 2010

The above image is in the public domain because under United States copyright law, originality of expression is necessary for copyright protection, and a mere photograph of an out-of-copyright two-dimensional work may not be protected under American copyright law.

Sitting Silent


Sitting Silent
I am here
Watching lions
Drinking beer
Broken kisses
Healing bones
Daring misses
Subtle tones
Stirring darkness
Breaking lies
Being mindless
Feeling cries
Losing sadness
Tasting fear
Loving badness
Sitting near
Sit in stillness
Feel the strife
Breathe out love
Breathe in life


Yamabuki
Feb 2010

Curses

Curses are a crack in the wall
Breaking the continuity of it all
They can make us feel so small
They can push us through death’s caul

What’s the difference you may ask
Is it a spell that we have cast
Is it the intense sorceress’ mask
Or how the spoken words are passed?

There is no answer I can give to you
It’s all a mystery is my reply
For there’s a crack between the worlds
Through which we all will go to die

Yet make your curses as you wish
Thought or spoken Makes no difference
But just remember this sad fact
All your curses can come back

Just like love they too return
Either of them may spurned
For both connect the light and dark
Entwining us in their dark heart.

Yamabuki
Feb 2010