Sunday Poem: Buddhist Chronicles 9

Hiro Boga | January 31st, 2010

BUDDHIST CHRONICLES 9

9

Yasodhara

Yesterday
the magnolia’s perfect bowl
brimmed with rain-water

Now, a single petal,
mottled cream and brown,
droops outward

The bowl is broken

Rahula runs towards me
his laughing face upturned

Two raindrops tremble
on the blossom’s ivory lip

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One Response to “Sunday Poem: Buddhist Chronicles 9”

  1. painter of blue (@) says:
    January 31, 2010 at 2:48 pm

    Beautiful!
    .-= painter of blue´s last post … The Pregnant Virgin Mary =-.