Sunday, September 24, 2006

Beautiful sound

Another of these simple and naïve poems. You see, I don't write elaborate stuff anymore. I don't care about literature and sophistication. I write what passes through my life, my veins. Moments. Snapshots. Have mercy...

Through the rain
Your fingers,
Ever green lands behind your eyes
And the ripe sun
And this light everywhere,

Blossoms of your breath
Silent sakura
covering the spring trees
whirling away
from dawn to dawn,

A birdsong

Your beautiful sound


Blogger oxeye said...

Wonderful Pierre.. It is not important for me to label your writing or to compare it to something else. I come by here to be surprised and delighted by what you say. Sophistication is just common sensibility and that is usually just bad or lazy art.

12:46 PM  
Blogger Pierre Turlur said...

Thank you Oxeye for your support, kindness and appreciation. Living in Japan can be an experience of intense solitude, and it is great that this bit of poetry is appreciated.

2:28 AM  

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