Mark Arvid White
With Winged Sandals
Deserts of this life blind and burn to far horizons.
Endless sand does not slake your thirst;
Again you stumble,
lift your eyes,
seeking
help,
hope.
Endless sand does not slake your thirst;
Again you stumble,
lift your eyes,
seeking
help,
hope.
Feel
it,
this breeze
on your cheek,
cool as sudden rain.
For I will come with winged sandals,
shadow covering, reaching for your hand, forgiving.
it,
this breeze
on your cheek,
cool as sudden rain.
For I will come with winged sandals,
shadow covering, reaching for your hand, forgiving.
Bio
Mark Arvid White lives in Alaska, and has been writing poetry and stories for a number of years. He is devoted to haiku and other Japanese forms, but also loves to write in many other non-Eastern styles, including Fibonacci. His publication credits include such print and online journals as Modern Haiku, Frogpond, Candelabrum, Permafrost, Japanophile, Wild Violet, AlienSkin, and many others in the U.S. and abroad. He has received best of issue awards, appeared in numerous anthologies including A Haiku Moment, and has won various contest awards. He is the founder of the Shin Tao Haiku Retreat, a gathering place for poets online in the virtual community of Second Life.