Know we of these things?
Habitual roles, challenged,
Everyday customs
Of centuries transformed by
New intention and old dreams
Tag: Tanka
The Shadows Beckon
The shadows beckon,
Welcoming me to morning;
Where, I am guessing,
Sense will be made of nonsense,
As dreams make sense of waking
To share is human:
The Beautiful Reach
The beautiful reach
Of all those who know the sun
Tourist talismans,
Fair children of the light,
And most guileless company
To share is human:
The Him That She Married
There were those moments
When he really loved her, but
She never felt it
The him that she married was
An imaginary thing
To share is human:
The Lighthouse
“It’s gotten too old” –
“It’s outlived its usefulness” –
“What good is that light?”
The lighthouse didn’t fail us;
We stopped paying attention
To share is human:
the question
she asked the question
tentatively, wondering
if he even knew
she had ever considered
a life away from all this
To share is human:
the winter kissed her shoulders
in pale solitude
the winter kissed her shoulders,
and brushed her forehead —
the echo has faded; there
are no reasons anymore
To share is human:
lonely dog
shivery winter smoke pours from every stack smells of home and love reminding him of the one who always welcomed him once
To share is human:
and you were my destiny
last night again dreams of diving in blue waters came clear and vivid and you were my destiny my comfort and warm delight and the light came through and the others moved in concert as though with music that i could not quite make out with my ears not yet ready.
