Poetry

Do not catchA butterfly With your hands,Especially not A white oneEven with itsEver so slightStreaks of black. You might Damage itsDelicate wingsAnd it can Never fly again.Catch it, rather,With a cameraOr even just Your mind’s eyeRemembering itThrough your ownMetamorphosis Into a livingShining beingClothed in whiteLinen like Someone We all know.

It is not poetry that kills but life.(by Jerry Berryman) True, I am against yourCharged, pure silk silkenAnd crumby softI need polyester for strength, But only the right percentageTo insure against shrinkage. And this one whirl of silkIs febrile, tenuous, and remote.Tearing badly at the slightestBrush...

Out of the blue yonderIn sheer queer wonderDaughter asks meWhat is the shape of tears? I wonder what she meant.Has she wept too much?Cried as muchOr as frequentIn her tender age? Has she bawledAnd bellowedOver some little romanceSome passing fancyRemembering the boyYet forgetting the feeling? Has...

Catch me another duskAs the day is doneAnd the high bright sunHas settled where it shouldInto the bowels of the sea. Catch me another duskTo recallLife on the islandWhen rice paddiesLead you to the nearby riverWhere the young diveAnd negotiate deep watersAnd rise nakedWhile...

That one moment,When I realized,I have to be stronger,Braver than ever…Not for myself. The longing stare,Yet peaceful sense,That warm embrace,And loving words…“You are my angel.” My heart shattered,I knew it’s time,Yet it kept me together,You need me now,more than ever.Not to keep you…But to let...

The Feet When we are born, our fingers and toes are counted to confirm if we have themcomplete.Like the hands, we have two feet.Some were born with one or none.What is so special about the foot? Cute little toes curling up bring gladness.The first few...