Tags
butterfly, Dalby Forest, dust, gogyohka, Haiku, Japan, lammas, monoku, Photography, Poetry, Tanka
Thinking of you
I am matter
dissolving
people walk
straight through me.
~~~
What is dusting
after all
but moving
the ancestors
about?
~~~
And when
I become dust
may I find myself
drifting with you
in an arc of sunlight.
~~~
The most gentle
kiss
of spirit ~
a butterfly
brushes my arm.
~~~
A moment
brushes me
with its details
the cells and veins
of insect wings.
~~~
To be the butterfly
that brushes your skin
and flies away
with your scent
in the cells of its wings.
~~~
Still there
the dust she
left undusted
adding layers to her
poems.
~~~
A sudden shaft
of sunlight
the you I remember
dust motes
in gold.
~~~
This moment
needs
a paperweight.
~~~
A memory
dusting
for the fingerprints
from where you touched
my heart.
~~~
I sweep tomorrow
under the rug
of my mind
where it can gather dust
with yesterday.
~~~
The slender thread from
a damselfly’s needle sews
the hem of the breeze.
~~~
This fragile life-
skimming the footpath
a damselfly tries to stitch
the fraying edge
of a moment.
~~~
tasting your skin
as you brush against me-
summer breeze.
~~~
A moment
of stillness
drifting
with the clouds
in your eyes.
~~~
No pen so I write a monoku in the dust on a shelf of cloud.
~~~
Running a finger
through the dust of this day-
thoughts of autumn.
~~~
I can no more
hold on to this moment
than a ray of sun
can clasp a kite-tail
of mist.
~~~
Knowing that flesh
is but dust
in the wind
words cry out
to be immortal.
~~~
Words and images by Claire
May~August 2010
