(c) 2023 by Michael L. Utley
(#325)
to write is to breathe
and I am suffocating
in silence
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(#326)
speak again of joy
and the warmth of summer days
your lies are comforting
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(#327)
pond ice
stretched thin as hope
and equally deceptive
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(#328)
some write of joy
I write of experience
would they were the same
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(#329)
pardon my sorrow
and forgive my weeping soul
a poet’s lament
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(#330)
hope comes and goes
and lasts for but a season
winter snow
(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley
(#319)
the trees believed once
before they lost everything
the lies of winter
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(#320)
for whom do you seek
there’s no one here but me
long night moon
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(#321)
fetch the sickle moon
let us harvest ice blossoms
winter star fields
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(#322)
sorrows of autumn
kindle the warmth of winter
the blazing hearth
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(#323)
this bitter cold
reminds me I’m alive
and why I wish I weren’t
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(#324)
in each flake
a brief eternity
the grief of winter
(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley
(#313)
my world begins and ends
at my window
lonely winter moon
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(#314)
blood and feathers
the sky falls into my palm
a young boy’s shame
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(#315)
calligraphy of sorrow
etched on her wrists
autumn’s demise
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(#316)
fast asleep
in the heron’s belly
the stilt hut
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(#317)
one cup one bowl one spoon
and a thousand silences
winter’s bitter feast
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(#318)
when it’s time to laugh
I will laugh; until then
let me cry
(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley
(#307)
dry gourds rattle
among cautious deer hooves
the forgotten garden
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(#308)
sing loudly, moon
for my heart is deaf
and my soul yearns to dance
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(#309)
there is peace
in the aftermath of tears
the joy of sorrow
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(#310)
let go the acorn
trust the earth
to keep its promise
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(#311)
an eternity
from your eyes to my heart
a tear’s journey
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(#312)
dull silence
a stone flung at a post
a summer’s field in winter
(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley
(#301)
in sleeping woods
the scent of burning bark
the fragrance of memories
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(#302)
the tilt of her head
as she looked at me
the burned bridge
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(#303)
cairns of river stones
lest the stream forget
its sorrow
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(#304)
these old coins
both priceless and worthless
a wealth of emptiness
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(#305)
swift, swift the stream
and all it sweeps away
the torrent of the years
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(#306)
among the rushes
the blur of silent koi
and dreams of oblivion
(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley
(#295)
in konara copse
ferns beckon
with come-hither fingers
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(#296)
white chrysanthemum
she sleeps in the cool embrace
of oak shadows
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(#297)
in the garden
corn silk and laughter
my mother’s memories
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(#298)
her impression left
on hand-made rice cakes
and my heart
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(#299)
I’ll cross the footbridge
soon enough but for now
let me enjoy the stream
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(#300)
live long enough
even the mountain will betray you
the forked path
(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley
(#289)
burning leaf piles
a taste of smoke
the flavor of melancholy
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(#290)
a handful of
broken promises
last autumn’s acorns
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(#291)
Aokigahara
Fuji’s shoulders bear
the weight of sorrow
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(#292)
ragged sheaves
my old rusted sickle
nears harvest’s end
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(#293)
these tears
it’s the bitter autumn wind
that’s all
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(#294)
in a field of sage and lupine
a young boy dreams
an old man weeps
(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley
(#283)
nothing stirs
but the memory of acorns
the old forest
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(#284)
frozen alpine tarn
my soul rests in silence
in mountain’s embrace
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(#285)
his paws in my hands
as his eyes closed
the journey home
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(#286)
footbridge lantern
night heron’s shadow dances
with the reeds
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(#287)
evening chill descends
as a blade upon the wheat
the sickle moon
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(#288)
in my mind
the universe; in my heart
a poem
(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley
(#277)
my soul’s tourniquet
staunches words but not the pain
I weep in silence
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(#278)
strip me of my layers
to my core of nothingness
then you’ll understand
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(#279)
an errant snowflake
drifts through my paneless window
and freezes my heart
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(#280)
yuki no hana
coldness blossoms in my heart
my endless winter
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(#281)
I am not afraid
to say I am terrified
of what lies ahead
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(#282)
I am shamed by fear
my coward’s heart quails in the
shadows of my soul
(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley
(#271)
blurred images and
a smudge of words on a page
is this all I am
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(#272)
puddle of cold wax
where my candle burned out
waiting for the light
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(#273)
thirty-six hours
between my tears and your death
a lifetime since then
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(#274)
fallow fields, dry ponds
fences in disrepair
long-dead memories
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(#275)
hope stretched thin and taut
across brittle bones of time
a dry husk of life
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(#276)
sorrow’s bedrock or
hope’s aquifer; either way
naught left but to dig
Silent Pariah 