Blue Dragons, White Tigers

Richard Alan Bunch


I hold a cup of tea,

Sip a poem.


Mimicking sound,

Blue dragons begin to roar

As white tigers wrestle

With spaces between the rhythms.


In the breezes bamboo still bends.


Richard Alan Bunch's works include Summer Hawk, A Foggy Morning, Sacred Space, and Running for Daybreak. Thrice nominated for a PushcartPrize, his poetry has appeared in Fugue, Cape Rock, West Wind Review, Many Mountains Moving, Comstock Review, Poetry Cornwall, Fire, and Black Mountain Review. His latest work is HawkingMoves: Plays, Poems and Stories.  He resides in Davis, California.