Tanka – No Talent For Certainty

facing the future

don’t ever do it:

dine out on broiled sorrow
made from your debris —

focus on what you do have

and know that you’re loved, always

“Just cool off,” she said,
Tossing my feelings away –

So, I have cooled off.

No heat, passion, or reasons
For anything much, really

[More feelings from age 24. This journal is quite something. – Owen]

Hoping to repair

What’s been long broken, seeking

Help from this seascape

Temper, ordeal forgotten

Waves constant in forgiveness

= = = = =

the wonder growing —
time is meaningless, really —

the pattern scolding
all of us truant scholars

for missing whole schools of art

skies exploding in
rhapsodies of violet
and gold confetti

while the mountains gird themselves
for sentry duties to come

Studies hard so she
Can make the soccer first team;
Stronger than she looks,
And rabbit-fast on the pitch —
And yet, she’s no real scholar

That’s an ethnic trope.
Koreans and studying
Are considered twins;
But those who know her, know that
She’s more about the running –

Our realities
Melt together with our hopes,
Forming passages —

The links between what has been,
And the good that’s yet to be