Withered Beauty [Haiku]

petals curling,
the flower will not yield
beauty at the core.

“The Rainy Day” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [w/ Audio]

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

Heron [Haiku]

a perched heron
watches ripples of its
last attempt fade.

Sword-Lion Inquiry [Lyric Poem]

I see this lion, swords in teeth,
And find myself in disbelief,
Am I to believe this wild cat
Swallowed two men, coats, belts, and hats,
But the swords got stuck?

“Slender” [Poetry Style #3] by Sikong Tu [w/ Audio]

Picking, picking where water flows
From a distant fountainhead.
Moving up the narrow valley,
One may see a stunning beaut.
Peachtrees laden with ripe fruit
As breezes blow by the water
And willows wind along the stream,
While warblers consult with branch-mates.
The more one walks, the more Truth joins,
And more Truth may reveal the Way.
If this world is without end,
The old must be made new again.

NOTE: The late Tang Dynasty poet, Sikong Tu (a.k.a. Ssŭ-k‘ung T‘u,) wrote an ars poetica entitled Twenty-Four Styles of Poetry. It presents twenty-four poems that are each in a different tone, reflecting varied concepts from Taoist philosophy and aesthetics. Above is a crude translation of the third of the twenty-four poems. This poem’s Chinese title is 纤秾. Giles translated the title as “Slim — Stout” and it’s also been translated as “Delicate – Rich.”

Roses & Weeds [Haiku]

roses in peak bloom,
but butterflies prefer
the weeds below.

Tamed (Lyric Poem]

Mural in Mtatsminda Park, Tbilisi
Ah, so nice to be Tamed --
Never again the same.
What style of Wild do you
Think one could retain?

Being tamed would just be aces,
If one could keep some Wild, in traces.

Note to Self [Lyric Poem]

Allow me to make a
Socratic suggestion:
That you pursue the lowly
Art of the question.

Showing you love knowing
More than you love learning
Shows only that you're not
Discerning, and lack requisite
Yearning to find the Truth.

“Success is counted sweetest” (112) by Emily Dickinson [w/ Audio]

Sucess is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple Host
Who took the Flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of victory

As he defeated -- dying --
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!