the angle of love

 

 

 

~

 

han shan speaks of love obliquely

he says this

 

. . . but then i come home, alone, to my cold cliff.

no one's talk makes perfect harmony with mine.

i search a stream that has no source.

the spring dried up, but the stream's water's still flowing.

 

han shan amazes me

 

~

 

emily wrote, we know, we have seen, of love

on a slant

 

the passions of each are real

come at it

from different angles, slants

 

my appetites are real

writing poetry, roombound, is not my way

han shan

has grown weary with walking

up and down the mountain

 

this to me is real

the mountain is real

 

~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2015-07-31 at 16:30

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, perhaps the passions are similar just directed differently. These poems are so deep and meaningful. Active critical thinking and imagination can never be room bound.
2015-08-03



I like your han shan poems. They move in so many angles. I like this one.
Ashe
2015-08-01


countryfog
As John Lennon said "Reality leaves a lot to the imagination."
Fortunately.
2015-08-01


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn't. The room, too, may be real.
2015-07-31