Poem about how writings seems to come easier to me at night.
#NightDarkNight #Shadow #Tanka #Write #Write
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
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 spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
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
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life