(2013)
I wrote this tanka about the month of October.
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Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…
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
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
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
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
