(2013)
I wrote this tanka about the month of October.
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Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
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
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
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!