From the series, Japan Poems.
The sea’s fathomless span,
its give and crush
a remedial balm
and testament to the touch
of what grieves us.
We surrender to longed-for
renditions of us going away
from ourselves to meet ourselves
in newly proofed conditions.
In the prevailing trails
of mist and froth
a memory, vague and formless,
returns to render the sweetest ache,
and that which has been long lost
will find you only to leave again
as a breezy reminder
that ephemera, without fail,
becomes us.
From the series, Japan Poems.
Dreams of a lighthouse–
Solitude, undisturbed,
lasting berth to air.
From the series, Japan Poems.
Gulls glide in cursive
above the grammarless sea–
Red lighthouse, sentenced.
From the series, Japan Poems.
Aboard the ferry,
man dreams he is a sea gull–
Above, clouds wonder.
From the series, Japan Poems
Down by the river,
a boy and his grandfather–
Soft grass grows through stone.
From the series, Japan Poems
A turned head beckons
the promise of faraway–
Lie again, softly.
From the series, Japan Poems
Street festival, June,
summer kimonos in bloom–
Autumn waits its turn.
From the series, Japan Poems
Eternity found
in grains of sand, scoured by sea–
Pairing, without qualms.
From the series, Japan Poems
Flowers in the dark
smell different from flowers
not in the dark.
Hands part silk
to sunder the gauzy veils of sleep
with tenderest unconditional regards.
From the series, Japan Poems
The longing for peace
in loving sync with repose–
The softest route home.
John Biscello 