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TAKING STOCK 

 

Something left unsaid 

or incorrectly said.

Some decision made

or not made.

A false start

or no start.

A wrong step.

A mistaken plan.

An impossible dream

 

the longest night

moon glow and polished stars

on the plus side

A Hundred Gourds

Tanka

 flash of bright red

followed by one

of a lesser hue

I start my day with color

in this colorless winter

Art of the Tanka

Haibun

Odyssey         

 

An elusive floating.  I reach out and clasp sunbeams. I move forward,  searching for I know not what, yet, understanding that when I find it, I shall know.    

 

I search with eyes for that which is grand and imposing, for that which is small and ignored.

 

I search with nostrils and tongue, sensing pleasure or dissatisfaction. I search with touch, exposing my body to heat and cold, to numerous textured surfaces.

 

I search with ears for murmurs and whispers, for harmonies and discords, for natural and unnatural vibrations thrust into the air. I search for quiet, in mind and body, for that is when I become a vessel filled with words.

 

suddenly awake—

the thin sheen of dawn

pulling up the day

 DRIFTING SANDS

 

 

Haiga

 HaikuKatha

Sequence

 A Lake in Autumn

long shadows

beneath the lake's surface

slow-moving bass

the still, black water

without a ripple

leaves settle

a misted sun

reflected in the lake

deep the cold

Styles

Haiga

 Frameless Sky

Tanka

a brisk autumn walk

the muddy blend of colors

deepens my mood

where are the highlights

and bright spots of  yesterday?

 Ribbons:Tanka Cafe

Tanka Prose

Nights in White Satin* 

 

It’s not just the music, the minor key plaintive sound or the voice, the anguished cry of loneliness and longing, or the words, a soulful declaration of love. It’s all of one piece, one compelling surge of raw, emotion. It lingers in memory, replaying at odd moments, unsettling, piercing one’s equilibrium and soul, shattering one’s peace so hard come by.

 

I play the song

knowing it disturbs and hurts

knowing and needing

      there is a solace in pain

      there is hope for acceptance        

 

* by the Moody Blues

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