#renga
Sheepishly blinking
Trembling hands at the ready
Skin flushing deep pink
Hands gently exploring skin
As their pure bodies entwine
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
The nexus of her soul shines here, beckoning my existence forward.
I answer the call, moving hesitantly.
Yet, I find myself stopping slowly,
Scared of what could occur by my continued movements toward.
The future and our fates intertwined, we guard
Our hearts as we listen so intently,
listening so silently.
To be separate beings, I find too hard.
Running from the past toward.
Running, trying to find me.
Drowning in the ocean of life, the sea.
Leaving, not going forward.
Love never goes back, always forward.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC
renga or renku
a rose by another name . . .
haiku poetry
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC
See infinity
stop looking; freeze tag, slumber
parties, best friends and
looking for the stars.
Finding “now” in headstands and
long-distance running
(and) different ways of
saying things: five, seven, five,
beating, drum, beating.
Don’t worry, you can
(still) be a wordsmith and (still) choose
Your own adventure.
Photophobia,
_________, ________ ____________
___________ ____________
ideas (stealing
real estate) and no space left
for this thought (to develop)
(stay sharp)
Don’t dull the senses;
the light won’t help you see
if your eyes are closed.
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC
(Original Version)
Sweet taste of blossoms
They catch my tongue as I walk
Chery blossoms sway
Within the small park
Couples with marriage in mind
Scar atop a bridge
The sweet taste fades
That young girl always in mind
A silhouette of fear
Vibrant colors fade
The sun recedes to stars
No one notices
No one notices
The black mark atop the bridge
The silhouette descend
No one cares to look
Sweetest tastes never last long
Chery blossoms sway
No one notices
Another day finds its end
Sweet taste of nothing
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Remastered Version
No Home, Sweet Child Blossom
A Modern Renga by Bellie-Boo (me)
Sweet taste of blossoms—
they brush my tongue as I walk.
Cherry branches sway.
In the small park’s hush,
couples dream of wedding rings;
a scar marks the bridge.
The sweetness dissolves.
That young girl returns in thought—
a shadow of fear.
Colors bleed to dusk.
The sun folds into the stars.
No one turns to see.
No one turns to see—
the black mark upon the bridge,
the shadow descend.
No one stops to look.
Sweetest things never last long.
Cherry branches sway.
No one turns again.
Another day disappears—
taste of nothing sweet.
Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 8:58 PM UTC
above the sea
in the silence of the night
the moon kissed the earth
it shone beautifully
reminding me I'm alright
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 5:56 AM UTC