(2013)
#City #Falling #Falling #Leaves #Orange #RedStreams #Tanka
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
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…
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply