by Keiko Shibata

 

 

 

painted words softly brushed

on the sailcloth of the mind

abstruse wanting corporeal

blurred by a muddy tide

an immersion of consciousness

 the mystery of a romantic saga

in a private literary tome

the pastiche of experience

desire not wanting poverty

when alone in a crowded room

friends in kind and will

whisper in the face of rhyme

but I prefer free verse

aloud in the quiet

though the hidden is unrevealed

so, wish to dress in the color

of an unrepentant liaison

 good fortune intended

waiting in patience

for the knowingly unfamiliar

to become intimately familiar.