Thursday, January 1, 2015

New Year Tanka


turning prayer wheels
on the last day
of the year

a child's song
echoes from the mountains


the scientist sighs
at the sight of lifeless
lab animals--
which race can embrace
the gift of the Fuhrer?


within the folds
of a paper rose
i keep tracing
the bends and alleys
of our talk


can death
add one star
to the night -
mom's wooden owl
stares blankly


throwing pebbles
into the pond--
ripples grow
within waning ripples
of memory


i may hold
one full moon
between my fingers
but not the dreams
that slip beyond my view


a mild rain
as night ends
your words
plopping into the muteness
of leaves


you may burn
a hundred memories
i remain embalmed
in your self-seeking love
a helpless duck in an oil slick


the more
we drift apart
i feel the sea wind
the rustiness of memories


for coming late'
a mockingbird
exploring the broken nest


your nearness
as with a spring blaze
makes me dizzy--
even with a heat-suit
i fear the lava


without a wave
floats the moon--
towed to my dream
I've been sailing for ages

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