Three For Monday
Poetry
Neither hobby
nor pastime
its grip ever
grows
Its hold on my
heart
through the drought
and the snow
Each word
that it sends me
each phrase
to impound
And blessing
the silence
my Savior
— resounds
(1st Book of Prayers: August, 2025)
Divine Wind
Shinto
or Buddhist
the Samurai
served
Their honor
and legiance
in blood
was preserved
The sword
as their mantle
and spiritual
Lord
Death
was their preference
dishonor
— abhorred
(Shinjuku Museum: October, 2003)
Betwixt & Between
Better or worse
those two oxymorons
Lying in wait
entrapping the weak
Lo and Behold
they claim self-importance
Lo and Behold
thoughts watered and meek
Polar extremes
they float barely conscious
To lure you between them
and hold you quite mad
Bye after Bye
they muddle your choices
Bye after Bye
— good orphaned with bad
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
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