I snowboarded freely on the cloud, Felt floating crossing vales and hills. In minutes I was back to crowd, And waited for one more run in chills. In flash curved I through guarding trees, And shaved the snow to sky in breeze.
Snowboarding – Stanza
Haiku – First Snow
First snow on the ground melting and retreating from warm of morning sun.
Snow transforms the hill into adventural playground. Go, Ski and snowshoes!
Foliage at Brooklyn Bridge Park
Another autumn comes and almost gone. With rain today foliage will disappear. By work my energy has overdrawn. Shall I go catch the season while it's here? Debated with laziness won heart of art. Regret shall I without some proof of life. Equipped with tripod and phone I depart. With skills and spirit in Reels I'd get rife. Along the water waited the golden leaves. On path the harvest colors paved the way. Best moment greatest season they achieve, Not knowing their fate after rain today. Best colors shiver under thunderstorms. Eternal grace lives only in art forms.
Sonnet – The Shed
Is it ghost house disguised as modern art, Or science decorated in future skin? To worth the ticket we all pretend smart, Appreciating whispers in ghost scene. Together people sit or lie on floor, Submerging in illusions of the rocks. Photography, recordings, and more, To memorize the weird flying blocks. Another room makes sense of cubes on fly, And put them in the landmarks that well known. Like aliens visit City from the sky, Abnormal shapes belong to foreign zone. Imaginations find their audience. Pretenders meet creative brilliance.
Hello
hello to myself from the far distant future at the end you die
The Highline
Haiku
the Highline has changed guarded by awkward buildings replaced the wall arts
trails lined out the park transformed history to life wasteland to heaven
a strange meter some weird shaped architecures marked the new Highline
Tanka
a walkpath in sky paved by abandoned rail trails decorated by plants in the heart of the city disguised as long missed nature
Orchid
Orchid, my best friend and only Companion at home lively. Staying with me, rain or sunny, Showing its best beauty for me. I don't know the smell of orchid And think nature must have cheated. It is too challenging to find A smell matches that of the divined. Unlike roses or camellia. Orchid needn't academia. With unique shades like butterflies Born to be recalled by all eyes. They survives with just a little Water, sunshine, space on table. Making no noise in a meeting, Need not care and never boring. Flowers wither, animals die. Orchid stays pretty to goodbye. Leaving me pieces of dry petal, Filling with vigor and mettle.
Working from home
Another hour shall I sleep. No one would know who is in office. Pretend online screen on I keep, And make a coffee with no fuss. Eleven o'clock I start routine To scan through emails of nonsense. Just mark conversations as seen, Finished, my morning round of pretence. I cook my lunch with Audible. Relax, I shall restore my energy. Delicious meal to make I am capable. Eat while connected VC no one would see. To follow lunch I shall nap, Digesting, I am sleepy. Awaken by a bug to fix asap, Why broken now, why me? With sweat and curse I fix the mess. Now time for afternoon tea. With cookie I pass rest of day with bless. Congratulate myself with whiskey. No one could see how I wasted time in Chrome. A lovely day, working from home.
Stanza – Niseko
Flights connected with bus, Niseko I arrived. Legendary mountains, winter wonderland. Bathed off tiredness, in onsen I revived. Old style homestay, with Kaiseki at hand. Fellow travelers filled in two styles buffet. Early birds would get best snows of the day. Like minded crowded in bus that led to dream's bay. Powder snows and famous views on the way. Warm and cozy I sat in gondola. Chilled on lifts before I praised the comfort. Put on gears after a bar of granola. Taking deep breath, arming in the mountains. Skid on ice at peak of double diamond trail. With embrassment and fear I stopped myself. Under eyes of worries I adjusted, went pale. Dying by icy snow is humor itself. Soon, snows were unmasked, and powders danced. Winds celebrated with a jump of the board. Flying in the air, and riding on clouds. Famous shall match its name, legends accord.
Sonnet – portrait from a suitor
An ordinary girl, naive and shy, Reserved and keeps her distance far at length. Just like a rabbit to holes, bird to sky, A little creature will run, facing strength. When I approach, she steps back, acted polite. Yet ice enchanted between us, freezing air. Afraid is she to see me on first sight. A dear does not believe lions showing care. Explaining, I just want to be her friend, Like drums to be with sticks, violin with bow. With others, she insist time I should spend. I know she wants friends just does not know how. A pretty turtle trapped in her own shell. A frog refusing freedom lives in well.