SEASONS
a twin baptism--
incense mingles
with lilacs;
the sweet and sharp blends
to a new fragrance
a slow afternoon--
the cicadas' hum grows louder
in the pulsing heat
time stretches before me,
cool shadows just a dream
the cicadas' hum grows louder
in the pulsing heat
time stretches before me,
cool shadows just a dream
true shape revealed
the trees bare--
there under a somber sky
I shed my robes alone
for no one's eyes but yours
the trees bare--
there under a somber sky
I shed my robes alone
for no one's eyes but yours
the first snow--
I hold out my tongue
to taste the cold
memories running pell-mell
back to childhood
I hold out my tongue
to taste the cold
memories running pell-mell
back to childhood
Modern Tanka Press
6 comments:
A gorgeous set of tanka. I rather like the last for its draw back to carefree childhood days
Much❤🕊❤love
Thank you, Gillena
Adelaide
Grand group Adelaide!
__ Too, I feel into -the first snow- and -back to childhood-. Our memories jump back into our yesterdays... faster than the speed of light. _m
Thank you, Magyar. Memories come unbidden, a smell, a sound. . .and they often inspire me to write something.
Adelaide
These are all wonderful! One of my favorite poetry forms. Your artwork is lovely too!😊
Thank you,Geraldine. Happy to have you visit and comment.
Adelaide
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