(2014)
Tanka poem
Clenched Upon the flat a warrior stood, The earth moved under him. Knowing that the sound he heard, Might never come Again.
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…
Listening to the world unfold, Not to understand at all. A certain talent that’s foretold, A life that’s yet to call. Tiny features that start to form,
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 ...
Life’s a dream of endless thought, that wonders thru my soul. It guides me to that inner place, and shows me where to go. Life’s a dream of gentle ways, that surf upon my mind. It makes...
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 ...
How can I feel alone, When so many are around. How can I feel lost, When sporadically I am found. How can I feel broken,
When two souls are one, They are joined by a ring. There hearts beat together and sho… When two souls are one, its nature… When two souls are one, the tears…
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…
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,
Dawn Frost lie softly on the meadow ear… Paint covered tops bare the memori… Only thoughts replaced the life sh… only thoughts gave him life again.
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…
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...
OUT TO THE SIDE OF OUR LITTLE HOME, ONE SINGLE BUSH DOES GRO…
