Poem about how writings seems to come easier to me at night.
#NightDarkNight #Shadow #Tanka #Write #Write
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
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
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
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く