Poem about how writings seems to come easier to me at night.
#NightDarkNight #Shadow #Tanka #Write #Write
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
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…
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
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