from iceland

Iceland poem


wild tai-chi circles

hunch and then roar


two eyes open in dawn

red melancholy –

the only earth

for the heart


vermilion sun

to shine on the memory

sudden within a rock

four petals of essence



a moth joins the horizon

curtains of light

from punctured clouds

in the expanse of sand

only one stone is fully awake


many have gathered

in syrups of time


anything could happen

while my youth is

still dying for black illusions


four hints of essence




white sorrow

resting as sweetly

as snow

on the solitary fields

of my thought


the beautiful

wrinkled chaos

that left a scar

on the softer skin

of a black revolving rose

Modern Poetry

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