Poetry for the Soul

Various Waka Poems

It's raining outside-

Should I laugh, or should I cry?

It is cold now, but-

There is beauty in these tears,

In the life borne from weeping. 

I am uncertain,

Gazing into the mirror,

Scared by what I see.

But the mirror has no right

To pretend that it knows me.

What is there to say,

When the only words you have,

Only cause you pain?

You, of course, speak regardless-

There is more pain in silence.

What am I to do?

For they mean so much to me- 

I fear solitude.

I could have eternity,

If only I could share it.

Leaves flutter and drift

From the limbs of giant trees,

Kings of the forest.

Magnificent, they stand there,

Green on a carpet of gold.

I watch the birds fly,

Darting and swooping past me

Almost as if they

Are taunting me, or wishing,

That I could feel such freedom.