Tag: dailysenryu

What is poetry?
Remove the words and meaning,
Poetry’s what’s left.

Blast from the Past:

Poets can’t afford
Only to sing about their
True inspiration

Create our idols
To survive and live by
Executing them.

Blast from the past:

Must we inherit
The depravities of the
Gods worshipped for us?

I will go with you
To hell, if I can make it
Less hellish for you

Blast from the Past:

Walking down the street
Arms’ locked together, rinsing
Each other’s shadows

Happy Valentine’s Day!

How the earth becomes
Infinite in all of its
Endless finitude

Blast from the Past:

The waters flowing
Into the place out of which
It originates

Thunder questioning
The stones, arraigning the sky
Calling to judgment

Blast from the Past:

Maybe our stars are
Genuflecting to us for
Propping them above

I approach an abyss
That I am afraid
To learn I’ve been inside all along

Blast from the Past:

When you stare into
The abyss, are you really the
Monster staring back?

And now it is time
For sleep to come remove me
From this world

Blast from the Past:

Rain on my rooftop,
A thousand pearls spilling out
Beckoning me to sleep

Pampered Sisyphus
Resting on top of mountain
Fleeting peacefulness

Blast from the Past:

We construct, but
Nature just tears it back down.
Ornate sandcastles.