Moving Day (senbun 10/29/12)

Separating feelings of jealousy from my make-up. Its moving day; im stretched out in bed in the silence, not sure what I crave. The world has long since declined into insanity; im adamantly refusing to follow that flow. Im moving...well, eventually ill get outta this bed and move.



a gray quietness
stockpiling bits of contentment
to fuel my movement



*Senbun: Senryû and Prose, its similar to Haibun (Haiku and Prose)

Senryu For Me Is

music. windows. gumbo
and jambalaya conversation. satins.
The ocean. Mahler. Ellington. Senryu and haiku.
Autumn and fall. dark evenings.
natural hair. burgundy. cool rain. good friends.
snowy mountains. papyrus. mom & pop stores.
Ancient kingdoms. visions. candalabrum.
Denyce Graves. Her voice, a spining viola
...in the earth, rising toward Yahweh
like worship. Pine needles. fathers and mothers.
Cashmere and poetry. Two-stepping.
Wine. mountains. cologne. skin.
A tone released in major/minor keys.
music.



©2012

'Keep Running' (senbun)

every so often stopping-
....old well watering life



In the middle of my workings i'm listening
to the GAP band's 'Yearning For Your Love,'
hearing their refrain: 'Keep running...'
and dads message comes.
...
'you're full of extraordinary things!
.....don't give up!!'


proceeded by his ever-
present smiley face; thingey and for a brief
moment i couldn't do anything but shake my head
and smile. a quick, much needed re-up. a simple
reminder that there are mindblowing things buried
in earth known as me. there are deeper veins
of pure water that haven't been unearthed yet
and it'd do me good to tie those words around
my feet and continue to move, move, move.



peering btwn
parted tomorrows just
to appreciate now



*Senbun: senryu and prose



©2012 -SabahSee More

Those Moments (senbun)

under nameless skies
like ants we hustle and
...maneuver through events


canceled my last subscription of this travel
magazine we used to like together. got enough
strength to pack up my remaining belongings and
move to other side of the city. nice high-rise.
condo's like little perfectly packaged ivory boxes,
and i bought into it. four years pass by and life
has somehow returned to its hum-drum flowing.


deserted park
speaking in aged voice
twilight responds


new job's exciting. traveling and photographing non-
stop. by the time i looked up its four years later,
late November and cold. i love the cold. after
wrapping up a shoot and heading home to clean up
and change; i decide to head to Chastain's lounge.
entering the doors of this non-descript building full
of its vintage appeal, atmosphere bathed in all brands
of cigarette smoke yet diluted by various perfumes and
colognes; nothing to pungent...sort of just right; im in
there, greeting the 'beautiful ones,' while heading to
the bar for a glass of Riesling. the man on the cello
speaks to my corpuscles in youruba and bursts of ghanian
sunrises...i'm in there!
looking to my left, i see you...
.......my ex...




somewhere
night dips into a pocket
--chicago winter



©2012 -Sabah

'Randoms' (senbun)

thumbing through
immediate rememberances
...these out-live me



4pm. hotel lobby watchng Law and Order while reading how to write haibun/senbun. 1st cup of tea, with altoid mints to spruce up the taste. Really should be studying for this upcoming recital, but thinking of how beautiful it is to breath, to see, hear, touch, taste, and be seen. Remembering Dad's birthday last night. I come home and he'd bought me a birthday card, and two cd's of popular music. A self-less, unselfish man thinking of me on his day.


random images
your smile dominates
this living flow


October afternoon lengthens im wondering about this recital, traveling, pleasing Yahweh; and a myriad of other undefined thoughts. Its been a while since ive written any kind of prose; my instincts tell me its time to stop before this all begins to seem forced and disjointed.



each man
grappling for some sort
of soundness in this 'now'




©2012

Afternoon Stitching (senbun)

blk honey
are you aware of you,
...what are your colors


late afternoon giving me pieces of me i sit in a quiet corner, stitching me together; glimpsed the blueprints now suturing and stitching. emerging tapestry...so many colors; chile....whooooo.


in silence
stitching pieces of me
against guitar winds



©2012

‎'Fighting' (senbun)

i hve been a rebel
feet walking on glass riots
...and blk demonstrations



as long as i can remember, i've always fought my way in the earth. mamma said
i came pryed her legs apart and announced my own self. (chuckles) mamma can
exaggerate, but anyways. i always had this philosophy that nothing is ever handed
to you; you gotta go out and make your own way. so i've walked a hard life,
fighting for what i wanted, for what i needed...i'm not tired yet.


limbs stretched
in the art of war i excell,
i really seek rest




©2012 --Sabah

fresh stitches a dress barely worn

in your britches holes baked ham his return

Senryu collection: Creole Rain sequence

autumn chill
footsteps echo near a
stone god

somewhere between a savannah moon tips her hat

evening breeze
shoulders exposed
panties on the floor

gibbous moon
raw passion bottled
in her womb

married man
   arranging assignations
for his pleasure

married man
   he reaches for me
i reach back

married man
   infidelity in his smile
i grab for it

married man
afraid to text we
speak by phone

married man
   meeting him in
a hotel room

married man
   in the lobby throbbing
for him

philadelphia man
twirling his locs, his words wind

philadelphia man
dwntwn traffic jam @ 12

creole rain
  old plantation where
we embrace

creole rain
   near the bayou i
find myself

creole rain
  gibbous moonsongs
that echo

creole rain
   louisiana in my blood
heat in my wlk

creole rain
  hamburger stand
tasting night

creole rain
  trash pile the
car drives past

creole rain
  bathing
in love with her

creole rain
  outside kids play
adjusting the wind

creole rain
  old photo album
a kiss on my neck

creole rain
  gumbo and good
conversations

creole rain
  alone in bed he
'knows' himself

creole rain
   cajun gal curled
up with good book

creole rain
  invoking the name of
venus after 8pm

creole rain
  he is light skin parents
hate black

creole rain
  chill descends during
Saints game

creole rain
  tired. blk man so
tired. i cry

creole rain
  tale of two cities
in his eyes

creole rain
  delegation of rain
genuflects my feet

creole rain
  hush of the baby 1st
time today

creole rain
 her ignorance worn
around her waist

creole rain
 my genitals heave
raw autumns untoward

creole rain
  neon tears trail
this leather skin

creole rain
 dinner at her home
over candlelight

creole rain
 asking myself questions
about him. her. me.

creole rain
  she hardly stares
at his urn

creole rain
   in love, yes girl
smile hid behind daffodils

creole rain
 roll over ask this cajun
man for my soul

creole rain
  tired wisteria weep
after her death

creole rain
streets of New Orleans
no mirth

creole rain
  grand mere shuffles
pass the church

creole rain
  a house still dead, we
avert our eyes

creole rain
 blk man. white man. both
married, but don't care

creole rain
 kneeling behind the house
linoleum prayers

creole rain barefoot and naked my backyard

creole rain
  thin sheet covers
his naked pulse

creole rain
   fresh from bathing
curve of her breast

creole rain
  her dark voice mingles
with dark night

creole rain
  knowing myself i
bow in silence

creole rain
 pacing three yards
plant the next rose

creole rain
what the hell is going on?
no answer

creole rain
 i hve aided and abetted
my own thoughts

creole rain
  explanations and lies
from a stone mouth

creole rain
  wrack of magazines
unread, i pace

creole rain
  warm buscuits on
a cracked table

creole rain
   new dress the color
of saturn

creole rain
  we proceed dwn a
promenade of fear

creole rain
 my daughters barely
remember her

creole rain
  i am blk and my color
bleeds on life

creole rain
  senryu in my mouth
i touch light