Rose
cries
when it falls
from the bush
[Keywords: poems, zen, moments, nature, life, death]
Rose
cries
when it falls
from the bush
[Keywords: poems, zen, moments, nature, life, death]
The words
evaporate
as soon as they are written
on the invisible page
leaving only sadness and joy
the mystery of heart and mind
unknown and unknowable
They call it poetry
as if the word settles the argument
- we need words
but they so get in the way
of communicating
don't you think?
Don't you think?
Call it poetry or pottery or poverty
or whatever you like.
I walked in a field that wasn't there
and came across life I'd seen nowhere
Nothing made sense but I didn't care
in this strangest of fields that wasn't there.