Leigh Faulkner

Building a better world, one learner at a time…

Ghazal xxvii

from certain angles this city is beautiful
tonight the full moon lies among the cherry blossoms

I recall how we admired the tiny deer of Mandraki Harbour
it was the day that yellow dog adopted us by the temple, wasn’t it?

we have a deep craving for gentle hands
and stories to take us wherever we must go

make no mistake: poetry is not gentle
every poet is a geography of pain

I have yet to discover the place of all places:
a metaphor for
metaphor


—From
Outside the Event Horizon