Submissions by Oshinome

This day--
Morning, sunlight,
Stillness, and the sounds--chill
In the air--the elders here.
Doe--she waits in the shade of her
Nibbling grass.

A rumbling shears
The song of distant birds.
For a moment, there is alarm.
Her breathing, she continues with an ear.
And in some little village, tucked far away,
Forgotten, they love you mother deer.

I shine from the every heart of you--
I wait for you to cross the road.
And your eyes find the breezy trees
In the dark of September.

Deer, one
Frozen delight
Beneath the
Moon.

Reflections in the screams
Press metal
Over the iris blooms.
The pain was always there.

Whimpers, in rivers and lakes,
Upon a rocky bed
Pour out beneath
This shadow, me.

I am the
Wild mechanics in the ways you move, she says,
Where only my voiceless sunlight resides,
The echoing wind in its rays.

Where have all the sidewalks
Gone when the crevice flower cries?

Oh Charlie Parker, we love you
Forever the Steppenwolf,
Suspended, like some ancient fly
In amber. Now only laughter
Where there was once only pain.
A ghost of a world passes
On around you, long after you
Shed those early autumn’s
Years, to laugh at last.

Even when Rimbaud was
Alone, we knew each other...