November 6, 2017

Prosetry: “Komorebi”

Komorebi peeks through the eaves of yesterday’s borrowed ease when the flibbertigibbets flippered in on frisky fins and no one remembered my name from his.

Agate-mouth agape, he chewed and swallowed red seedless grapes.

I am replaced. No way out for existential wildlife on the brink of extinction from distinction.

Trust not in the tentacles that trace teak-tennis-shoe footprints — fabricate your own tracks through tear-stained TV antennas — before the pearled onion weeps for the freedom that ceases peace.

Man-made communion, a green plastic bead, sticks to my trachea (mean). Internal choker — I can’t dislodge it.

Finger the clasp.


© Jane Bled 2016-2017
All Rights Reserved.


Komorebi © Jane Bled

Komorebi according to Collins: “showers of flight – sunlight that filters through trees – filtering between leaves.”

my love has left me gone from me
and I with no keepsake nothing
not a glove handkerchief lock of hair picture
only in memory

Dudley Randall, “Souvenirs”

I appreciate your keen observation.


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About Jane Bled

Dreaming, writing, singing. Curious queer human. Soul-deep; heart speaks.


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