Small Poetics · 5:20pm Aug 22nd, 2017
A few pieces composed on a whim yesterday (while drinking some Chinese tea made from the leaves of some plant related to the cucumber I can't recall the name now) I feel like posting:
composing a poem on a whim
is as difficult as
summoning a breeze
to caress the leaves
and sooth the mind into
poetic inspiration
.
wisps of steam
vanishing as they appear
from the immortal tea
.
bursts of poetic feelings
as brief as ice
on scorched stone
.
yellow sky
violet tile roof
green leaf breeze