The hill is steep in your picture; the trees are not totally straight; they are slightly tilted by gravity. The depth of ground is not there, covered thick with pale leaves; it is smothered by overgrowth. The far, sparse and brittle light is carved into a forest that is not there; pieces of sharpened sky. With no one inside the thicket; something shadowy whispers angled epistles to wet tree roots Notes: (c)R.H.Peat 12/8/98 -- 1:30 am Free verse--4 tercets/ 12 lines A letter from one poet to another From a photo given to me by Rinzo Shimizu Of the area around Gotenba Japan A NOT poem  Œä“aê‚©‚ç‚ÌŽÊ^ R.H.ƒs[ƒg ‹u‚ÍŒXŽÎ‚µ‚Ä‚¢‚é –ØX‚ÌŠ²‚âŽ}‚Í’Pƒ‚É‚Ü‚Á‚·‚®‚Ì‚Ñ‚Ä‚Í‚¢‚È‚¢ ‚»‚ê‚ç‚Í’n‚Ì—Í‚É‚æ‚肵ŒX‚¢‚Ä‚¢‚é ’n–Ê‚ÍŒ©‚¦‚È‚¢ ‚´‚ß‚½–Ø‚Ì—t‚ÅŒú‚•¢‚í‚ê –Î‚Ý‚É‰B‚ê‚Ä‚¢‚é ƒtƒŒ[ƒ€‚Ì“à‚É‚È‚¢ –ØX‚É‹æØ‚ç‚ꂽ‰s‚¢‹ó‚Ì’f•Ð‚©‚ç—ˆ‚é ‰“‚¢”÷‚©‚ȉó‚ê‚â‚·‚¢Œõ‚ª‚±‚±‚É’¤‚ç‚ê‚Ä‚¢‚é åM‚É‚Í’N‚à‚¢‚È‚¢‚ª ’W‚¢‰½‚©‚ª‚³‚³‚â‚ Ž¼‚Á‚½–؂̪‚Ɉ¶‚Ä‚ç‚ꂽ@–؂̘p‹È‚ÉŽÊ‘œ‚³‚ê‚éŽèŽ†‚ð ’F(c)R.H.Peat@12/8/98 -- 1:30 am Ž©—RŽ@4˜AE12s^ Žl‚©‚çŽl‚Öˆ¶‚Ä‚ç‚ꂽŽèŽ†‚æ‚èA ´…—Ø‘¢‚æ‚è‘—‚ç‚ê‚Ä‚«‚½“ú–{‚ÌŒä“aê•t‹ß‚̈ꖇ‚ÌŽÊ^‚ɂ‚«B i‚±‚ê‚ÍAƒlƒKƒeƒBƒu‚È‚à‚Ì‚ð’Ç‹‚̉ʂĂɃ|ƒWƒeƒBƒu‚È‚à‚Ì‚ð•\‚· ƒmƒbƒgEƒ|ƒGƒ€‚ÌŽŽ‚݂̂ЂƂ‚ł ‚éjB When Mud Dreams Our thick reflections flow out - Sap beneath the bark of oaks --+-- In Gotemba-a snapshot taken- Wooded sky clenched in your fist You ask me about the roots Of the forest you have sent me --+-- In Auburn- the wheelbarrow Pushed-dirt on my cold hands I tell you all about the wet leaves Covering my earthly home. --+-- Ink twigs scratch on the clouds Messages written on puddled sky Notes: To a poet from a friend (c)R. H. Peat -- 12/29/98 -- 9:32 PM Free verse/ 6 couplets/ 12 lines From a letter to Rinzo In Japan A Ball Made By The Forest I take a photo. Trees in the Gotenba forest. The globe flows in space, A ball made by the forest flies through the sky. (c)Rinzo Shimizu --Dec 1998-- Your Forest As The Song We begin in the woods shadow steps a-dance the leaves cutting silhouettes into a rooted distant sky. We end inside the night dark heavens a-flutter the trees whispering wind over three stars in Orion laughing (c)R.H.Peat -- 1/7/99 -- 9:03 PM Free Verse/ 2 quatrains/ 8 lines The Roots Of Hair The stars melt away in the twilight. The silhouettes of the forest fade away in the violet sky. I see the roots of hair as many cracks in the sky. (c)Rinzo Shimizu --Jan 1999-- A Tanka/Thin sky Amazed in bare woods, stern wind captured in branches, I listen-thin sky. Assault in winter shadows, I feel pricked coldness. (c)R. H. Peat - 1/13/98 -12:13 am Attemp at English Tanka/ 5 lines ‚Í‚¾‚©–Ø‚Ì ‹ó‚ÌؕЂ¤‚·‚à‚Ì‚Ì ”§‚É“€‚Þ‰e “~킬‚‚é Booby Trap No. 28 |
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