Tag: senryu

briefly alive: a wild draft skims the teeth of waves carrying the cold from sea to body on no man’s land

her gentle purr brings back memories of long nights and unbiased calm

spring: the rainfall after dawn fills the hollow of bones

beyond the spring mist a gentle cry answers the koel’s call

very few understand the preciousness of quiet in a world filled with the mechanized madness of industrialization

the upheaval of zen stones as small gods thrash through the undergrowth

deep woods: the ringing of a phone sets off a catastrophic chain reaction

if winter was nothingness then spring must be the paradox from which something was constructed

in this fertile space: every action births some form of reaction physical or mental seen or unseen felt or forgotten

a soft feathered face stares back but the gods call it continuity