(2013)
I wrote this tanka about the month of October.
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Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
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?
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
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 words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply