Hillside Poem by Mark Heathcote

climbing a hillside
the heaven broke into rain
lightning carved up the-
sky, like a pronged carving knife;
roast lunch…waiting gravy boat.

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Untangled

I knotted my face
squashed it against a window
and the world went by

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Koi fish

swallows head home south
rice fields have been harvest
koi fish good eating

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Slow lane

I chose one moment
it passed us by so quickly
life in the slow lane

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Rainbows

I drifted like a cloud
hoped one day the sun would shine
obstacle rainbows

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Companionship

I found friendship once
where it went I've forgotten
companionship none

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Heron

even fish must talk
and decipher the silence
so heron can pause

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Journeys end

wild yak butter is
rubbed-on prayer flagpoles
journeys end comes soon…

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Nocturne

summer lightning
orchestrates a nocturne
fervent pianist

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Snow

snow mimicking
mossy gravestones
parking lots

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Changing
I can't fathom it
this likeness isn't constant
changing of the leaves

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Silence
a chainsaw humming
a woodpecker heard drilling
silence far away…

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Vigil
a midnight vigil
chandeliers of crystal glass
dew-like teardrops plunge

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Destiny

a fallen oak tree
an acorn in its round cup
destiny waits