Awake
But once awake, your dream
becomes some beach ball maybe
something frisbee free,
a dream that knows it’s dreaming
circle alphabets
the coloring of roses,
heart of hearts, the word
aware it’s poetry
alive before revision.
~Son Rivers 2006
CLEAR WATER
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I have mentioned this very simple summer hokku in at least two previous
postings, but never explained how or why it “works.” So here it is again,
re-transl...
3 weeks ago
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