Certainty grows like
Thistles in the grand garden
Of ignorances
Senryu- gardening
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Tag Archives: meaning
But would the Tree of Heaven
A rose, indeed,
By another name
May smell so sweet,
But would the Tree of Heaven,
Fondly known
In certain childhood quarters
As the Stink Tree?
Mean streets
My dear statistic,
I’m so glad we could meet
Like this.
What’s your cohort?
I’m Boomer myself
My demogaphic’s online,
If you’re interested.
Millennial? Too cool.
No Giorgio for you,
Or Abercrombie, then?
Red wine, not white.
Vegan I see.
Such a delightful
Subclade.
I’ve got your number.
Song fragment
The journey never really ends, does it?
– Mikeliti, where are you going?
– I don’t know.
– You don’t know?
– I never knew, did I? But off I went, all the same.
The idler in Riga
Yesterday I nearly wept
To hear the ancient tongue
Cascade around my ears
Sublimely ordinary
Plain as a sandy dune
Carved by endless dark winters
Intense like an eternal
Too short summer
So unbearably sweet
The rythms cradled me
The voices called my soul’s name
In tongues yet older
All slung across helplessly
I wept for all that’s gone
All that’s lost
All that’s rediscovered
Ragged by grieving
But still sound still standing
Still
In the fathomless geography of the heart
Are journeys as yet untaken
Rivers yet unrafted to seas
Unstilled by weathering
exiles child 