Though snow clouds may cry,
we’ll remember this embrace,
the words unspoken.
Mortal things must pass, it’s true:
but our atoms won’t forget.
Tag: Tanka
Legget’s Farm
He died and she wept
Love that should have been longer
Winter crept in soft
She took solace furtively
As the old barn fell apart
To share is human:
one-day bluebird
singing as she goes
the bluebird makes her way down
to warmer climates
though he knew her briefly she
stays imprinted in his heart
To share is human:
Futility
I gave in…
I gave in to hate
And suffered as haters do:
From pure self-loathing…
While those I aimed at didn’t
Even know I was angry
To share is human:
I Travel Sleepless
I travel sleepless
Walking as though in a dream
Around the hillside
Past the old paddock and fence
And deep into memory
To share is human:
blanking —
all the hammer blows.
tractile and malleable —
incessantly down.
bent, shaped and worn complanate
longing for rest. — relentless —
To share is human:
On My Own Posting Frequency
An effort at something like self-awareness.
“Writers write”, they say.
Yes, well, that seems true enough.
I know that I do.
But like many other things
I might just take it too far
