(2013)
#City #Falling #Falling #Leaves #Orange #RedStreams #Tanka
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
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
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
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
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…
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!
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
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
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour