(2013)
#Bridge #BrightBridge #Girl #Mind #Steel #TankaWall
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow