Wednesday, September 9, 2015

September Tanka


such small-boned
my solitude
amidst the mountains
even winds cannot gnaw
those massive chunks of sorrow


you write
my name beside
your lover's
then strike it through—
fungi growing in monsoons


images
of a riotous spring
keep stinging--
i seek comfort
amidst the rhododendrons


village huts
obscured in cloud-light
the stillness
of graying hills
broken by cattle bells


mother
in her youth, and mother
in old age--
how fast does time travel
between horizons


basking
in the glow of a dream-
am i not
beyond the grasp
of mortal waves


let my poems be
like star florets
rekindling
the dreams that are lost,
lost in a sea of despair

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