my english poem debut (yikes, do you dare to read?)
Summer
Outside, on trunks of ancient cedars
Cicadas generate heat
Incessant throbs, saps converted
Stir the August air
In thinning fume of incense
Burnt for prayer at dawn, hours ago
Buddha listens
For the last drop of elixir
Travel through the tiny veins of an insect
On the Sixty-third cedar from the temple
Silence
To mourn the first death of the afternoon
A beat of my heart
Then resume the cicadas
Buddha smiles, unfathomable
After centuries of summers and winters
Radiator rattle in stairwell
Awakens me
To the subzero night of Chicago
A life away
posted by uBookworm @ 01:54
2 comments
2 Comments:
This is a very nice poem. Thank you for posting it. I try to write both poetry and fiction myself. I think my fiction is better than my poetry.
Thanks a lot, gaijin! (I suppose you've been to Japan?) Yeah, it is such a fulfilling experience to try to be creative, and especially to share the works in progress for constructive criticism. Do you post your works on line?
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