When I was a child
I liked to ride in cars
In backseats I would close eyes
I'd Imagine moving backwards
It seemed to be an innocent muse
Maybe chancing getting to some story
Like Alice's parallel place of wonder

© P.M.H 6/30/19

Old man in the night,
on the banks of the river,
carefully looks about,
no one must see him
in this deadly serious,
childish play.

In a white wax paper pastry bag,
he gently places the memories,
slippery feelings, a handful of tears,
an abundance of joy and a little,
lit tea candle.

Bending he delicately places it
upon the water, as though it were
some priceless thing and he sits
hands folded in lap, feet out,

on the river bank. watching
the white bag as it dims
and drifts away.


© P.M.H 2001

Relationships,
things that leak, list,
then capsize
drowning all onboard

© P.M.H 4/16/2019

You have imprinted
My eternity
Walking on by me
Giving backward glance
And inviting smile

This magnetism
In fecundity
Your step fragile yet
Some great gravity
About your presence

You venal, naive
Yet like the woman
There is caveat
Men observe caution
Green little Mantis

Swaying in the breeze
your flowerprint skirt
Disappears from view
Down the boulevard
The perfume remains

May see you again
Next incarnation
Somewhere in my walk
Across life and time
Will you remember


© P.M.H 2009

I've Walked a Myriad of country roads
Places that are nowhere and everywhere

I've stepped into the deep and endless woods
Therein a billion tall, slender spirits

Old souls watched as I walked in between them
Patches of daylight played in fluttered spats

Bright daylight, it cuts into eyes and mind
Like memories fixed in a Déjà vu

Hidden beneath the mosiac floor, a love
Shining brightly as an October day

I've Watched leaves tumbling down from perfect skies
like soft kisses between falling dancers

Just as my heart tumbles out of its' place
recalling falling leaves and soft kisses



© P.M.H 12/22/2011

I Saw her name painted upon a stone
Then you told me the legend of Bao Si
Her form as an ageless, ancient beauty
Still alive, breathing in places of love

I have wandered bound within her legend
Spiriting me across stormy jade seas
Walked upon ancient timeless stone pathways
I've taken her to heart as I have you

Enfolded within emerald dreaming
I've envisioned standing on the Great Wall
Then setting ablaze the warning tower
Forsaking all just to have seen her smile

You've told me about the Yunnan mountains
About the precious teas harvested there
The peaceful palmed paradise below them
Gentle winds whisper the name of Bao Si

Beneath the soft shadows of those mountains          
In the early morning amber sunrise
Hands held we will share warm tea and kisses
Love in a coy blossomed beautiful place


© P.M.H 2009 Revised 2/12/19

Ataraxis

River bottom beds
beautiful scintillations
some glimpses of Sat

© P.M.H 2008