a resistance of oppression
in the rock garden –
buds pregnant with promise


colorful flowers
cling precariously
where hope is coldest’


*Where hope is coldest and despair most fits. -All’s Well that Ends Well: II, i
William Shakespeare

Response to Carpe Diem #1533 Xenolith


One magnolia
Landed upon another
In the dew-wet grass.

heaven cast off white raindrops
an uncontrollable flood

Keep straight down this block,
Then turn right where you will find
A peach tree blooming.

the softest-sweetest fragrance
permeates my consciousness

I am nobody:
A red sinking autumn sun
Took my name away.

my stolen identity
lost in ruby conundrum

Make up you mind, Snail!
You are half inside your house,
And halfway out!

upon rocky precipice
sliver of silver shimmers

All right, You Sparrows;
The sun has set and you can now
Stop your chattering!

in the absolute silence
a wide range of thoughts haunt me

You moths must leave now;
I am turning out the light
And going to sleep.

beneath my sleepy eyelids
cherry blossom dreams flourish

© Richard Wright


Response to Carpe Diem #1532 Richard Wright’s “A Red Sinking Autumn Sun”