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About loujen haxm'Yor

dreamer doodler of pen and pics-- inspir'd by Time's Witchcraft. Peace.

Big Laguna Meadow 2024

perfum’d breeze whispering
from Her forestal sea

once widespread
till the birth of the ax and pavement

now hidden in safeness
from th’ eyes and clamor
of high rises and freeway parking lots

Desert View

tributaries
of leaf
rock
and sand
holding hands
with eyes
of a woodland sea

where our own perception
has strength regain’d

where aching shoes
be soon forgotten

In Memory of Memory

with purpose I enter a room
only to ask myself “Why?”
standing… looking around…
struggling for the reason—
only to retreat backwards
retracing my mind’s steps
to the nearest beginning—
and after a while something reminds me
of my original task
and I bear for it aggressively
thinking only of it
till it’s done

it happens more now

I see a face in my head
someone familiar… or famous
whom I’ve seen hundreds of times—
I should know her… or him—
I do recognize them
but what were their names?
A…B…C… all the way to Z
sometimes helps
but not this moment—
I loathe to use th’ internet
but surrender to it… find my answer…
then repeat as many names
to match the faces clutch’d by my thoughts

it happens more now

I must practice…practice…practice
like keeping post-its for brain waves
that I might fail less
in the coming tomorrows

oh God!
what was I just thinking?

it happens more now

Asian Pacific American Heritage

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Dream Pollen 3

a strong wind
of uncontrol’d thought
blows like a cue ball
into families of rem

scattering kin to and fro

changing dance partners
the real with the unreal

most of which will be forgotten

others for safekeeping
till the next runaway gale

Hope While the Dragon’s Awake

Spirit of th’ Earth
let us invocate

grace Her with gentle strokes
for purring comfort in Her song

inspiring floodwaters to don
their rainbow mists
into songs of encouragement

not for the morrow
when This Moment will do
to be ours to dream