#arkayye
This homelessness of heart
is less spoken of,
yet more corrosive:
to be roofed, clothed, fed—
and still unsheltered.
"I was homeless once,
and I survived.
But I would not wish
the palace-emptiness on anyone.
Better the cold stone
than the warm room
where no one waits.
Oct 11, 2025
Oct 11, 2025 at 6:42 PM UTC
by the sea face in face
a child’s visage open
fraught in fear, freedom and friendship
predators, salt, sand
waves crash, rocks cut
chest crushing breaths
from watery garden sea sponge plucked
beside shells and stones
by a farcical display
feigning, fawning, flaunting: fearful now
petulant sand in shoe
soaks nothing better
no return, no exchange
Jun 8, 2024
Jun 8, 2024 at 6:43 AM UTC
Right in front of the koban
Star-B’s cramp and crammed
Not for the presently starving
Perhaps not or the Summer
With its heat reflecting tiles
Where else is boxed contentment?
But where it’s found in a moment.
Nov 24, 2023
Nov 24, 2023 at 2:26 AM UTC
droplets of honey--
your words varnish
my waking mind,
coaxing me to
leave all, behind
gone, but ever remaining
never learning
held, ever close but
never belonging
cradled light - metaphed demise
on a spring morning
melting, paraffin wax;
now a shadow of a
hand, held tight
in the deep of night
Jan 5, 2023
Jan 5, 2023 at 7:52 PM UTC
an orange sat contentedly
or so it seemed to a quick eye
its skin glowed invitingly
reflected table top sheen
only to bring a belated sigh
when all at once it rolled
and rushed and crashed
on a cold polished marble floor
Dec 23, 2022
Dec 23, 2022 at 10:37 AM UTC
Is remorse a prison to the soul
the sole utterance of reproach
that if not to myself be True
the possible best in life accrue
what if regret creeps on the morning
a thief stalking the shadow of dawn
(re)fresh from bare motive drawing
crystal arteries of a day that is new
or shall we allow the mind meander
let it's "work" find itself crowning
there in its core uncover simplicity
strip away a mournful state of heart ?
Nov 22, 2022
Nov 22, 2022 at 8:56 PM UTC
.
revolutions of the second hand
innumerable to the watchful eye
has not comforted this bruising
nor can this heart run far enough
away from the pulsing gangrene
when off the darkest mile it tread
in the cooling of a fading day that
gentle crushing fixed completely
drowning in despondent smiles
wafting wavelets forlorn, wailing,
whispering affections now silent
wanting a happier, more innocent time
.
Jul 1, 2022
Jul 1, 2022 at 8:24 AM UTC
.
In this lifetime of striving
childhood's tentative bumbling,
youth's arrogant impertinence,
middle-aged regimented conceit,
in old age, encrusted intolerance;
when will we likely ever win?
.
Jun 29, 2022
Jun 29, 2022 at 10:11 PM UTC
filled with melancholy
mood lit by lampshade
names and faces dissipate
weathered post it sticks
if only the memory did
Jun 24, 2022
Jun 24, 2022 at 7:34 AM UTC
as soon as it's spoken
as soon as it's heard
words e v a p o r a t e
words depreciate
so we try to keep them frozen
and chisel them onto poems
with a hope, come melt-time
a fossilised facsimile resides
Jun 9, 2022
Jun 9, 2022 at 1:07 AM UTC
quarter turn of a century
can't relieve this quandary;
what run across our puerile minds,
raising up these woollen blinds?
perhaps another season; two
to find for us a useful clue
we stand upon a smouldered wreck
in this our unenviable trek
from these ashes phoenixes arise
Apr 22, 2022
Apr 22, 2022 at 1:23 AM UTC