no need
-
the church of long shadows
of trees upon trees
no need to fall to one's knees
here, no need
-
the muse is a crow
perched near me, in the pines
not a warning at all
but a blessing
all mine
-
no god but my own breath
as wide as the sky
my footfalls
my heartbeat
the light in my eyes
-
azuki lynn
My blog turned eleven today. It's hard to believe. Even though I'm not as active here as I once was, this place (because it really is a place) is very important to me. You folks have been there for me like nobody else has been, that's the honest truth. In times when I felt utterly bereft, someone here would invariably help me want to keep going. Since Rose died, I'm still struggling with that, with even wanting to exist, wanting to keep going, but I haven't given up, and you guys are part of the reason why. I just wanted you all to know it. I love you.
-
Azuki Lynn
on valentine's day
~
i walked at a brisk pace
through the breezy blueness
around the rippling lake
~
from the asphalt path
i strayed, a time
or two
or three
into swards of fresh-cut grass
between gnarly roots
on top of crunchy leaves
~
i kept company
with purple flowers
and spindly cypress trees
i saw an empty park bench
but did not linger there
~
i thought of you and smiled
remembering how we sat
side by side
on that old bench
watching the bright water
~
blackbirds singing at sunset
amidst the dancing reeds
~
azuki lynn
A lesbian couple in their seventies came in for lumber today. All cargo pants and flannel shirts, they were cheerful and gruff and spry. Couldn’t help but think that should have been us, baby. We should have grown old together. We wanted to. We tried.
green tea and madness
~
i have heard these words before
inside every moonlit howl
every silent weeping
every hopeless thought—
~
you need to get moving
~
perform the ritual
summon your demons
sing to your familiars
feather, twig, and leaf
~
the pot needs filling
the fire needs kindling
begin by moving your hands
grind leaves to powder—
~
sprinkle into water
inhale the rising steam
close your eyes to madness
steep yourself in green
~
azuki lynn
chaotic moon
-
i told her my life story
with letters
with poems
with every, wanton breath
with the cadence of my voice
whispered darkly
lightly
fiercely
brightly
-
it never was enough
my words ran dry
-
how could i have known?
she would leave
and leave
and leave
-
yet never say goodbye
-
azuki lynn
the sun touches
the moon watches
the water
laps at the shore
-
azuki lynn
Waterfowl at Sundown
As the flock gathers into a semicircular configuration of low-key honks and fidgety feathers, it's the stragglers I wonder about. What were they up to? Why are they running late? Were they daydreaming?
They sure are in a rush now.
Wait for me! Wait for me!
Azuki Lynn
