Persuasion

 

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Beauty’s dizzying tease disarms me.
Tiny alpine strawberries.
Tourmaline-blue expanse of sea.
Garden snail’s iridescent trail.

Such essence buoys my physique
and I grow small
in a special Zen space.
Leaves rustle & fall, the ache of
Kyoto in irretrievable autumn.

The tender pink
shelter of my apple murex
seashell on the maple-wood bookshelf.

Replicated jewels, orchids in a glass bowl.

The calligraphy of mad hermits
illuminates our wind-torn tears.

Dangling my fishhook
beside this lazy green creek,
thinking of WangWei loafing in a red boat.

Gorgeous lapis peacocks
fan their fabulous tails in Sanskrit.

Absorbing the luscious,
we blossom toward the miraculous.

5 comments

  1. “Leaves rustle & fall, the ache of
    Kyoto in irretrievable autumn.”

    Kalliejazz,

    What a delight this poem is. “Leaves rustle & fall, the ache of
    Kyoto in irretrievable autumn.”

    I am captive! Those words are now in Bon Mots II.

    “The calligraphy of mad hermits
    illuminates our wind-torn tears.”

    Yes!!

    I savor every image and in the mood to indulge myself, I am
    also adding “Absorbing the luscious,
    we blossom toward the miraculous.” to Bon Mots II.

    :This poem seems to have just poured from your soul, and
    a beautiful soul it is!

    Sarah

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  2. Hi Kalli

    Yes, with such scenery and Asian poets, we do “blossom toward the miraculous”. Wonderful ending line to a beautifully crafted poem. I love the way you are persuaded by the beauty and spirit of nature along with its Zen poets. I can picture the colors and details of this poem vividly and find it hard to favor any particular strophe but these lines caught my attention —

    and I grow small
    in a special Zen space.
    Leaves rustle & fall, the ache of
    Kyoto in irretrievable autumn.

    We do reduce in size when overshadowed by such a landscape the magic it invokes. Not to mention what the imagination invokes as well. I can feel those leaves rustle, the spirit’s own pulse aching with something
    poignant yet satisfying in this Kyoto Autumn. This moment is irretrievable but lasts in memory. Thank you for sharing this lovely poem — I truly enjoyed it!

    My Best
    Wendy

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  3. Kalli, how wonderful to read your work again. Gorgeous lapis peacocks
    fan their fabulous tails in Sanskrit – love these lines. Peacocks, such a wonder of nature have long fascinated me.

    Like

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