To a Jar of (Orange) Marmalade 一壺(橘)果醬

—January 16, 2021—

A poem for u
Who comes down the chute
Wearing a pair of fine boots
On the right and left foot
Let me compute
Is it the teller that plays the lute
Or the handler preparing fresh newt
I know, must be the fellow that shoots
Or the sweeper who toots
The planter of roots
Perhaps not the mute
Nor the howler who hoots
Neither the keepers of Ut
Or the owner of hoots
No, I am sure he understands “Gut”
Knows where gifts to put
And perhaps secretly drinks vermouth
How Cute.
Woot! 

—February 12, 2021—


青鼎天千巾彷山海
雲梯七層雪白漂形
輪風刷過布帆起飛

—February 14, 2021—

Tea
 A broad horizontal line then a downward stroke,
 Capitalized or if not then contains a slight upward poke
 At the intersection of the orthogonal lines.
 A rightward curvature near the bottom also makes for fine
 Penmanship. Some writers sweep with a slant here
 Or circle around there. Enjoyed with a sip of t.

—February 15, 2021—

丟牌
前 取宿 滿滿
『過麵』一碗
色繽紛 暖入夜  

—February 16, 2021—

/‘/
 Night time on the road, we’re stuck
 Behind a black ford truck.
 The mountain roads are shaped (curved/windy)
 In the form of an S. Roads paved as if taped
 To the incline, makes for treacherous going.
 Viewpoints along the way open a showing
 Of the lighted cities in the valleys down below.
 Then the pace quickens and the traffic flows,
 We enter a tunnel carved into the rock
 Two lanes, illuminated, chock
 Full of vehicles, that are simply trying to reach home.’

—February 17, 2021—

A Small World
A flying goshawk, a flying beetle,
go many more lengths, than the tinier weevil.
Above the ground house
of a sleeping mouse.
Two luminescent beetles begin a deadly battle
on a log causing such a microcosmic rattle
As to awaken even the hawk’s nest
High in the treetops where the chicks rest.
As the sun goes below the horizon, fireflies emerge and the night quickens
Colder it becomes and a mist thickens.
The mouse awakes
Fearful of the snake
That is slithering on by.
Once the coast is clear the little mouse goes up to try
to forage for food for nourish and storage.
Every day with a little more than the last courage.

—February 18, 2021—

A Daisy To 
A little white dog and a little yellow bird
a famous duo, not sure if you’ve heard.
Have numerous stories to tell and share,
That will have you bawl over or scratch pull yank your hair.
It’s stories of the walks of life
from love to strife,
with man’s best friend, and man’s friend’s best friend.
I hope to keep watching, and not yet say “The End.”