(2014)
Tanka poem
Dawn Frost lie softly on the meadow ear… Paint covered tops bare the memori… Only thoughts replaced the life sh… only thoughts gave him life again.
A handy cap I have. A temp that stays even so or short lived made me sad. A mystery it seemed to me, how this nature works. Age has brought a wiser mind to face is less the hurt. It h...
Clenched Upon the flat a warrior stood, The earth moved under him. Knowing that the sound he heard, Might never come Again.
Feeling of great respect. I travel life’s highway, and still I wonder yet. Is my strength enough to let my soul shine thru or does it come to me from deeds that I do. Does the love I h...
Listen to a distant cry, across the plains unknown. A silhouette against the moon, casting shadows too and fro. A warning of the coming night, the hunt that will ensue. The sacrifice of...
Achromic I often wonder how it would be, To live a life in grey. A sky of drab, a ground of pale as… Everyone would look onto a world o…
Life’s a dream of endless thought, that wonders thru my soul. It guides me to that inner place, and shows me where to go. Life’s a dream of gentle ways, that surf upon my mind. It makes...
Aunt Annie May would always say Children go out to play One by one the deed was done As they were on their way. Aunt Annie May watched them play
How can I feel alone, When so many are around. How can I feel lost, When sporadically I am found. How can I feel broken,
Past the great Buffalo and across the field of dear. For all these words will lead you someday. Faulter not from the path I lead, for what I teach you in life you will need. Now hunt t...
Going far and sometimes near, making sounds so crystal clear. Giving life to every thing, listen close to hear it sing. On the wings of lifted flight, from dusk till dawn and thru the ...
He watched them rise as time passe… To see that life had echoed again So reminiscently. A time foretold…
Out of pain a darkness fell. Along the wood, flows red stain. On a secret not to dwell. Into a life that will remain. Given to save the multitude.
OUT TO THE SIDE OF OUR LITTLE HOME, ONE SINGLE BUSH DOES GRO…
I was told long ago. By someone wise and old. If you toss a little stone, big ripples will unfold. I have heard in the past,