Michael's Poem ~ Turtles and Curses Filled My Mirror, My Hands

I enjoy your presence and poems dear Rolwright you know that don't you? Your mind is a brilliant flash of inspiration, an oceanic depth of perception across my intrinsic nature...once we were ancient warriors and now we are poets who meet across no battle lines... Love and Peace, Anna

Hey R... speaking of telepathy... I already read & posted to your poem before you asked... ;-) Rohnda, I should ask for my soul back so I could sell it again and write a Nonet like you did... I'm too drained now. But you inspired me... tank you. Love, Anna p.s. did you notice how the h moved to your name again?

O o seems to me a Tanka would be easier than a Nonet. from 2007 (haikus I collected and somehow came together randomly) A Song in 26 Haiku if daffodils sang my saddest love song for you would you listen then? have you wondered why that great answer of silence exists everywhere? strata of colour layer upon life layer yet we choose each shade intersecting now illusions, past and future falling, fallen grace always a corner filled with light, sun or moonbeam as in a dark heart at its center, red like blood out of which life flows perfect flowering take me far away on gossamer angel wings don't tell me where, when having been tricked once not quite right light obscure truth memories shadows what stands before me edge of eternity, fear before I leap, calm all rainbows exist each living duality when time meets water of mirror fragments and truth reflections shattered or lies rather lived there is honesty trees bare of leaf and colour-- earth simply stated I envy the world where suns rise and set untouched where skies hold the truth when trees shed their leaves I stand alone uncovered bare miracles both in a dream we met I learned patience and I knew all sacred oneness shaman spoke to me in muted sepia tones my soul understood I too remember graceful scenes of youth now gone stored in secret flesh high the ocean swells I am a water bird flight movements of freedom would that I could be delicate enough to love even that which hurts bare tree silhouette pale purple, reddening sky magnificent eve pure white perfection ever hold fast your secrets decay, death and rose truly no words speak no breath no life no colour washed ashore humbly we are all rainbows sometimes clashing now and then between light and dark stretched to my limits above and beyond colour I become seeing I am rock and sea crushing crashing then soft breeze a strange oddity of smaller dragons, green-hopping now fence flying, birds of prey waiting Milton left words here truth beauty and paradise now love has found me my brief interlude midnight splendor sea and sky to sleep once again pure severity covered white upon whiteness a timeless waiting how does the eye see everything but its own self? Strange intimate shore hello sea sky earth I feel so alive today connected senses mountains and mirrors a yearn to climb and reflect Tao in Balance p.s. can I do my penance now? Love, Anna