Call Me IshmaelIf Monet could paint the same scene in different light, I thought I could try something similar. I decided to stick to the trochaic pentameter meter also. I like the driving force behind it, and, because of its near necessity for the present participle, its insistence on the now.
Altostratus rain clouds knock on heaven’s
door above the rising tidal waters.
Sun, like beach sand, slips right through the porous
morning sky. A chartered deep-sea fishing
boat unsettles sea gulls in the river channel,
looking for its way to strike up blue fish.
In the vessels docked along the wharf side
everyone is sleeping in and dreaming
rogue waves climb to send them falling
high above the depthless sea, transporting
lives to quiet desperation. I am
eating pastry, sipping Starbuck’s coffee,
finding out this summer’s down a whirlpool,
watching sailboats tugging at their moorings.
COLD AND SOLITUDE
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Freezing weather here after a snowfall. Here again is a winter hokku by
Hashin: No sky, no earth;Only snowCeaselessly falling. And here is Kimio
Eto playin...
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