MORNING GLORY
by Tomiyasu Fusei
I love the rest of my life
Though it is transitory
Like a light azure morning glory.
Photo: Mailman17013, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Note: This poem is found in the beautiful book Zen Poems, Edited by Manu Bazzano with Illustrations by André Sollier. Find it at Amazon.com.
LATE SPRING AS USUAL
by Marie Ponsot
The green vine is moving.
The motion’s too slow to be
visible but it is racing,
racing feeling for a way
across the wall of fence
it’s scrawling on, inches added every day.
Forwarding, sunwarding, it claims
its place. Green states its claim. It writes
the lesson of the day: longing,
longing coming true while arcing
out and up according to the instruction
of desire. Sun-hungry its tip has tilted
toward sun-space. Already
it is speeding leaf-notes out of its root
all along the sprigless budless thread
still scribbling the deed of its location.
In two weeks or one or four
morning glory.
Excerpt from the poetry collection EASY. Copyright © 2009 by Marie Ponsot. Find the collection at Amazon.com.
Photo: “Morning Glory Vines” by Linda D, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
MORNING GLORY
Zen Poem by Tomiyasu Fusei
I love the rest of my life
Though it is transitory
Like a light azure morning glory.
Photo: Mailman17013, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Note: This poem is found in the beautiful book Zen Poems, Edited by Manu Bazzano with Illustrations by André Sollier. Find it at Amazon.com.
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