Showing posts with label Tanka. Show all posts
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Monday, August 25, 2008

Tanka XXXVIII

send to me your place
where salt and bitter mingle
the soft and warming
location of my desire
the pearl plucked from the oyster

Tanka XXXVII

a cosmic wobble
pulls you closer to center
asking you questions
of the ethereal and blue
and the nature of the two

Tanka XXXVI

diamond needle set
riding the grooves and lyrics
vinyl memory
brought forth from a dusty box
to live again inside you

Tanka XXXV

fluttering heartstrings
fickle at best when plucked sweet
endeavors to feel
like new again like before
and then time swept you away

Tanka XXXIV

tasted on the tongue
the parts of you i cherished
memory fails me
the shadow of my longing
flavors bright remembrances

Tanka XXXIII

to err is human
embrace the screw up learning
humility, for
we are not infallible
but yet diamonds in the stream

Tanka XXXII

scattered in the time
it takes to draw the arm up
caution left behind
to celebrate the moment
revelry an apt event

Tanka XXXI

uninitiate
your flight from the obvious
your girlhood brightness
fading as the wind subsides
blowing over us no more


Tanka XXX

fruit stripped from the vine
an eloquent diversion
viewed from a distance
deciding which doors opened
as if any ever were

Tanka XXIX

foolish is the one
who thinks himself the equal
as others listen
with eyes and ears, enlightened
finding solace in this place

Tanka XXVIII

nonsense preceding
a scribbler seldom seeing
the treasure before
extinguishing the brightest
spark before the wind takes it

Tanka XXVII

traced in colors hue
remembrance in the petals
marked for all to see
kneeling. wanting. giving still
as the flower fades away

Tanka XXVI

concealed within Him
being one as if before
lioness in wait
open and belonging to
her desires held inside


Tanka XXV

evolution bears
the branching of our species
unique history
defined in the time-line, ours
to embrace and to proceed


Tanka XIV

fore casted are hearts
destined to flap in the breeze
when no love holds them
lost, as a whisper to the
deaf collides with the unheard


Tanka XXII

unknown the dawn sky
forever cloaked in satin
covered under earth
beneath the trampled footing
the day left to the living


Tanka XXI

brackish bogs of youth
once enjoyed in solitude
now weathered copper
over the sun that shined there
before the mineral bleed

Tanka XX

tropical currents
Indian and Pacific
carried beside you
Monticello currency
your wealth diminished in dirt

Tanka XIV

inconsequential
despite the spoken words of
never ending days
unseen unheard understand
our eyes blinded before us


Tanka XVIII

peppered in your breeze
clinging to my face unfelt
narrow is the gaze
which takes you in as welcome
as heaven closes over