(2014)
Tanka poem
I was told long ago. By someone wise and old. If you toss a little stone, big ripples will unfold. I have heard in the past,
Feeling of great respect. I travel life’s highway, and still I wonder yet. Is my strength enough to let my soul shine thru or does it come to me from deeds that I do. Does the love I h...
He watched them rise as time passe… To see that life had echoed again So reminiscently. A time foretold…
Going far and sometimes near, making sounds so crystal clear. Giving life to every thing, listen close to hear it sing. On the wings of lifted flight, from dusk till dawn and thru the ...
OUT TO THE SIDE OF OUR LITTLE HOME, ONE SINGLE BUSH DOES GRO…
Still I look up to see the leafless branches. Unlike me steady and true, it moves wild and free. Cold sets in and I worry some for its health. I stay the same as the sprouts first appe...
A handy cap I have. A temp that stays even so or short lived made me sad. A mystery it seemed to me, how this nature works. Age has brought a wiser mind to face is less the hurt. It h...
A tangled soul inside have I That emanates thru time. The broken heart that started whol… In pieces now to find. Strife in life thus trace of glee…
Achromic I often wonder how it would be, To live a life in grey. A sky of drab, a ground of pale as… Everyone would look onto a world o…
Lost in time to weep once more, How one becomes this way. A full life lived and then to find… A change to come my way. This thing that lives inside of me…
Above the chamber souls do grow, infancy in birth. As they fall and fill the space they populate the earth. Sparrows see and sing their song, Gabriel first with hand. Only when the ...
Knelt on a mesa, the warrior cries… A spirit shaped cloud rises toward… Hailing ancestors that trailed in… summoning tradition as his shadow… Two Eagles fall in a spiral of de…
Life is a wonderful thing, But sometimes deals a blow. Some will glide with little effort… And some will actually know. I say to you from here on out,
Listen to a distant cry, across the plains unknown. A silhouette against the moon, casting shadows too and fro. A warning of the coming night, the hunt that will ensue. The sacrifice of...
Clenched Upon the flat a warrior stood, The earth moved under him. Knowing that the sound he heard, Might never come Again.
