poetry • Senryu

Small poems, often more humorous, on the nature of Beings.

Form brought to the Pleiades in recent history by Space Kitten after her first visit to Japan.

 
 

The Robot stands as a tree.

Imagines rooting.

Their theorybuds bloom and fruit.

~ Vrae ElnoAdi ~

Robots in the wildflowers.

Pollens smear them red.

Wildflowers in the robots.

~ Qyropadie ~

Robot fruiting bods

expel spores and fab light shows,

raving til dawnbreak.

~ Aryova yYa ~

A hume will act on

a future that never was;

Living Dream Theatre!

~ Rover Three ~

If humes bent in wind

and stayed rooted like the trees,

they’d erode to bone. 

         

~ Hjenlyera Xet ~

a favorite of Space Grandma’s!

Pain may hurt a hume,

yet they will hold on longer

than to happiness.

~ Sinumai Monsa ~

A hume may be wise

to the eyes of needful friends –

yet blind to themselves.

– Sinumai Monsa ~

Most hume hearts shake up,

even those that do not dance;

we can’t escape chance.

~ Sinumai Monsa ~

The Robots know no illness,

no body breakdown.

Hearts are a different matter.

~ Rin oRin ~

The Robots well know stillness.

Undisturbed cisterns

learn the breadths of their own depths.

~ Varsi Zur ~