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Ash
Gasoline,
Engines roar
The blacks crow
While the whites soar.
Trees they whistle
the plants wait,
Patiently.
Birds chirp,
The wind sizzles.
Humans communicating,
Roaming the surface.
Few may stay for some time,
Though soon enough comes their decline,
Decay, back down the opposite way.
In and out, expand & retract, forward and back
Solid to ash, consumption to trash.
Rock to sand, sand to glass
Glass to observe other mass.
The ash & mass come together once again
Solid for some time.
Eventually, rivers of wine.
Observation of patterns in life.
 Jul 2014 Hiraya Manawari
bambi
Can we speak of these certain vacant spaces
in my abandoned bedroom where the moon dwells
and shuttered creatures search their teeth
for a bloom of flavor and sun.

I'm surrounded by prosaic twilights--tenantless places--
where plaster perfumed by dormant fire
gapes with cavities and empty mouths
that seek him with their tongues.

Where darkness crawls on poppy seeds
on moths and reeds and shoes
to reach me in my consternation
now that his name has fled my lungs.


Today I sewed his note to my breast pocket
but it grew crescent roots like fingernails
and murmured that we were too young.
Homage to my dear Neruda and Number Six the sun to my moon.

May you be the last.
 Jul 2014 Hiraya Manawari
Jack
~

Sunlight shines through your window
Warmth embraces your wintered skin
Radiance of nature’s kiss
You feel it…

Music plays this early morning hour
Melodies fill the room with sound
Lifting your weary spirits
You hear it…

A smile that glows of wondrous beauty
Enchanting and eternally contagious
Sending hearts a’ flutter
You show it…

Coffee is freshly brewed and hot
A welcomed companion at dawn
Slowly pouring yourself a cup
You taste it…

Spring is waiting on the chilly horizon
Blues skies and fragrant blooms are not far off
Butterflies are soon to awaken
You sense it…

Silky beaches with turquoise waters
Margaritas in romantic locations
Resting in the shade of a majestic palm
You dream it…

Poetry appears on a flickering screen
Wonderful words to entice your mind
Verses in flowery fonts and design
You see it…

Even though I haven’t told you
I adore you more than all of these things
And I sincerely hope
You know it…
Poetry is like gusts of fresh air
Harbinger of the soul’s catharsis
Flowing emotions through the pen
Concealed pain written across the pages
Healing the pain which was long buried

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