Day takes off her dress
hangs it on an horizon.
Naked now as night
her rich black skin glittering
with many stuck on stars...stars.
*******
Storm knocks on the door.
No one there except a moon.
Too fat to get in!
Stars sitting in window panes
wonder where...all humans are?
*******
Video slows to
slow...mo...as I move through t i m e
watching myself take all
the time in the world just to
get from one second...to...the next.
*******
Giant of a man
squeezed into little teashop
as if a mountain
had come to have cream tea.
Sips cup...extends his pinkie.
*******
Losing the head...hair!
Bald as billiard ball now.
Growing more hair on
his chin for compensation.
His head...looks upside...down now!
*******
Vines escapes concrete
does a runner up the wall.
Meets Death at child’s hand.
All that effort ripped away
idly in a child’s play.
*******
Gravestone so old gray
gives birth to the exquisite
tiny strawberries
running riot with a life
of their own...laughing at Death.
*******
SALAD DAYS
I gaze at flowers
as horses graze on flowers.
Both loving flowers
each in our separate ways.
I nibbling a nasturtium.
Horse looking at a thistle.
*******
Scarecrow set alight
becoming a WICKERMAN.
Moon saying nothing.
An owl doesn’t give a hoot.
Scarecrow smiling to the end.
*******
ONE LITTLE JAPANESE WORD
Down on my knees I
whisper: “Fuwa! ” & “Fuwa! ”
Keep on keeping on
even though I can’t go on.
I smile: “Indestructible! ”
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-morning-onelia-tankas/
