Poetry, Art & Lint

Maljam's Poetry Blog

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Tender, purple blossom

The wild branch jumping;
It is the lofty prayer.
Wandering, I stand.
Live, sit. With blunt skies
Contend, whisper. With damp branches
Shine, fade: enchanting.
Velvet tree, awkward moss.
Your proud, lofty prison swims.
Light dragonfly, silk temple.
The proud breeze standing;
It is the eager mountain.
Caressing, I sleep.
Beyond the low leaf,
While the serene twilight strays,
I grow; the hill soars.
Dry rock, silver bramble.
The cold, weary forest fades.
Lost shore, silk twilight.
Light rock, serene hand.
Their light, supple prayer craves.
Deep ghost, green forest.
Bark deep and awkward,
Descending by the valley;
Open, swift wine.
Firefly purple and languid,
Withering by the temple;
Tender, purple blossom.
Dive, speak. With soft pools
Despair, contend. With dry branches
Fade, spin: glitterring.
The wild ocean soaring;
It is the weary temple.
Sparkling, I write.
The shallow cave creeps
As shallow shelters despair.
Does the slow branch stray?