Poetry from Thailand

Original poetry written in and about rural Thailand.

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Location: Chong Khae, Nakhonsawan, Thailand

Friday, February 13, 2009

Poem: Two Graces

Make Me The Mystery

Drop me Lord
As I drop Thee,
And in the down of
Gentle swallow
Make me the mystery
Of your tomorrow.

May, Again

Witness like
April’s sun
Melt the silent snows
Of all our Thanksgivings
And lead lost children
To play in summery fields,

Forrest Greenwood

Apple Trees

In fall they leave our lives
Like aged parents given over the
Care of others.

In winter they stand back
Like dormant dreams and
Let us pass.

In spring they reach
Like giant nerves to touch
A rising sun.

In summer they flourish
Like families and yield
The most exquisite truth
Of hardwood and seed.

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