Han River Poems : Summer is easy up the river

Saturday, July 13, 2019

riding with a south wind at my back

Sunny skies to tan my feet

until a wild wind smacks

Smacks the clouds

solid gray

Blows the storm on its way

When a whack

Pours on me

I won’t mind the revelry

Whisk me wide

Riverside

Quenching rain on me glide

Paint a tone poem symphony

Brisk me

Risk a drenching under thee

As a summer breeze lifts your skirt

and my hand fumbles

to caresses the river with poem

Here it come:

Spring rice harvested, a second season sown

Cut grass smells left tasty green

The path carpeted with fresh shavings

through which the bike makes parting sea

Reminds this Moses why he escaped

from that opulent palace of obscurity

To a landscape of tranquility.

It is easy

Breathe the water and see

The parched-stone limitations of opportunity

with the loss of social affinity

in the heart of a revolutionary

Whichever way the wind deviates

Let me be

And if I fall asleep

Don’t wake me

Han River Poems