Light streams in gold bands, Old cat yawns on the warm floor, I laugh, but yawn too.
Author: Masa
Nothing of particular interest.
Amateur Novelist, Poet, and Semi-retired Traveler.
When at last I die
When at last I die, I leave behind books, flowers, And bottles of wine, Faint memories, yours and mine, These I entrust now to time,
Kintsugi skies
Morning rains roar light, Illuminating the sky, Cracks shining like gold.
Queries Faded In Wood and Stone
The night settled in waves of blue, As lamps hummed into life renewed, I found I in the city park, With heavy heart and mind subdued. The street lamps cast the bench in dark, Turning from the luminous spark, "Am I condemned to be alone?", So uttered was my hushed remark. My query faded into … Continue reading Queries Faded In Wood and Stone
To Look Backwards
Too many years have I spent looking back, Thinking about the choices I would make, Just so that I could find you in the past, And obliterate our future mistakes. But for all the time I’ve spent longing, Of a past-future that we could not take, I glance forward to see if you look back, … Continue reading To Look Backwards
Like a Mirror
How fragile this friendship, Which shatters the moment I say, “I love you.”
I am worse when I think of you
I am worse when I think of you, Unbidden, unannounced, unintended, I’m writing a poem, reading a book, Or doing nothing at all, And then, Suddenly, You’re here beside me with a smile, A cup of coffee, A kind word. And I need to keep focused, Keep writing, keep reading, Keep nothing at all, Because … Continue reading I am worse when I think of you
Early morning lights
Purple clouds brighten, Into scarlet strokes of light, A morning painting.
After the Night
The sound of the door closing wrenched him from his drunken slumber and into the crushing reality of consciousness. He groaned, the sour smell of cheap beer and bad sex clinging to him like a film. Blearily he reached for his glasses and instead found a note written in crisp lettering: "Hopefully see you tonight?" … Continue reading After the Night
In the Hollow of the Mind
A young child once prayed aloud, her troubles in a whisper, And was answered by spirits, very eager to help her. Despite all of her lose friends, and a loving family, She often felt most anxious, invisible and lonely. So the spirits aided her, in the only way they knew, They made a home of … Continue reading In the Hollow of the Mind
Discarded Recollections 