(2013)
I wrote this tanka about the month of October.
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
