A Poem about Poet’s World

to write a story
without an ending, to rhyme
without finding any meaning.
to let go without trying to hold.
to be a poet means to grow
quietly our world.

A Poem About Mayflowers
the summer of July
and the memories of Mayflowers.
a bouquet of fragrance
I gather again in my arms.
the lazy careless days
and the memories we inked.
now I see them in the sky
like a poem which I can read.
An American haiku about plants

the home is crowded with plants
silent spectators quietly growing
while the poet brews the poetry.
the home is awakened by the rays
quietly dancing on the flowers
while the sleepy dreams find new wings.
A Poem About Goodbye

the poem is about goodbye
which I don’t want to write.
the heartbreak is about
those memories which will
never rhyme.
the story is real but
the characters will never read.
the poem is about that goodbye
which will happen when
the time is right.