I once dreamed of dreams
Traveling the cities
with stories from the past
to the present in all spades
by the seas thru the waves;
Now all plucker in the mirage
reflected in the mind windows
as the streams of time flow
letting them go now and never.
Tag: Poetry
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Pucker
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Moon Rabbit
The fair lunar goddess
Excellently bright,
Seated on silver Chariot
Carry me away in bliss
And lay me in thy heart
Crystal shining, pearl chaste,
The fair lunar goddess
Excellently bright. -
Winter, come; snow, come
Where she came from
The white wreath of snow
Blossoms where cactuses grow,
Lakes become links of ice;
She shall smile when Boreas
Arrives in the wings of winter
And ushers in the fury of fire. -
Afterwards
The haze of the great fires
lingers beneath the evening sun
in soft sunshine shadows;
Every shadow sheds tears
on the dust of the memories
Windswept in allwhither.P.S.: Today, during the mass, the priest said some parishioners lost their homes due to the Great Fire this week and could not attend the mass. Presumably, they should live in Pasadena, about 15 minutes from where I live in the heart of Los Angeles, CA. It reminded me of the Great Fire of London (09/02/1666 to 09/06/1666), which was said to result from a fire in a bakery in the city. I have never seen anything to that effect in my life. I can still smell the burning, and the ashes from the fires scatter around the city. I hope those affected by the fires will have the care and help they need promptly and effectively.
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prompt 215 – my favorite month
What’s your favorite month of the year? Why?
November –
a month of crimson sunsets,
cold stars, parting birds,
and warm coats in chilled airs –
waits for the North Wind
to arrive in icicled triumph
crowned with wreathes of snow,
ushering in the day’s shadow.
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November Evening
Sun Chariot chases the haze;
The scarlet hues of the sunshine blaze;
The swirling starlings speak farewell to me
Flying westward, farther to the eternity.
Full of pathos fills the broken heart
And the loneliness becomes comfort;
I shall sing when Moon Chariot soon
Arrives in cold, bright beauty alone.
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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