Friday, August 7, 2015

5 tanka

a snowdrop
wavering in the mist
our love
coerced by the wind
droops further

*

my new specs
broken,
i use the old one--
who says you'll no longer need
your ancient visions

*

when I came home
I saw Death waiting
I called my sons:
leaving you to the whims 
of sunshine 

*

moonflower
may you climb your way
towards the moon--
we planted our dreams
in a vale of dead colours

*

if caterpillars
could feed on yesterdays...
(my) old dreams
disintegrating
for want of fresh wings 

No comments:

Post a Comment

 
hit counter
html hit counter code