Tracing calligraphy in Asian courtyards,
my ears filled with the tune of splashing water,
I sit upon a low wall writing this
in purple ink
inscribed upon the flyleaf like a falling blossom.
And you sit near, encompassing your thoughts of love
in even lines of four or eight,
your cursive, running, hand
compressed in seal style upon your page - -
You write of darkening mountains,
mules and horses,
changing sources,
flowing fountains -
while I turn the pages of this little book
of haiku love
I bought for you,
reading you on every page,
in every poem, where
the ancient poets sitting once
in quiet courtyards
saw into your heart.
Linda... this is simply beautiful. The imagery stands up and screams out of the screen. You sure do have a style that mesmerizes. Great read this one!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem could be called Serenity and Love. Delicate, sharing love with another in a peaceful place. Beautiful, Lilac, just beautiful. Scarlett