Curious Thunder

1.-A-fishermans-dream-Surreal-artArtist: Hokusai

Crouching behind

A ferrous moon

I curse the Tao for

Its continual breach

Of chrysalis.

Will I ever summon

From contract or must

I forever embellish?


I stand between dimensions

Ship-wrecked and plaintive.

My burdens are few and many

Hands knotted as a fisherman’s ropes

I extract and lengthen but the lines

Remain irreparably crooked.


Life is hell if that’s the aspect taken

I’ve seen heaven too but only as I’ve

Imagined it, look to the left

And you too will find it beating

Like the recoil of a curious thunder


I also wrote a poem at Curious Flowers for today’s entry it’s called Real