Now That You’ve Gone
The rest of me is dead,
but the tears live.
© 2018 David W. Jones
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Now That You’ve Gone
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poetry
How do you spend Christmas?
How do you spend Christmas?
Someone please tell me.
Tried to pay the heating bill with Christmas
but they cut me off anyway.
Tried to pay the rent with it
but landlord just threw me out.
So someone please tell me:
How do you spend Christmas?
©2017 David W. Jones
Soseki Haiku
An excellent haiku picture!
The Past Through Illusion
Diamond Head
Distant gray against the sunrise
You could almost think it untouched
by human hands
Until you see the lumps and spikes
of Waikiki pinning down its skirts.
Holy Poems: Seconding the motion
Hearing the voice
and going along with it
saddles you with the sin
of the one who said it.
While a burden shared
is a burden lightened,
a sin shared
drags both to hell.
© 2017 David W. Jones
Never-ending
Emptiness
To quote my own comment on the original post:
As the flute gives shape to the breath,
so do we give shape to the breath
of God that flows through us.
