(2013)
More of a contemplative poem about a moment of emptiness.
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Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
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…
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
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
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there