She sank into the waters which enveloped her, soothing and relaxing her tense muscles. The breath seeped easily out of her mouth as she welcomed the pitch black surroundings.
This was her ninth trial now to seep into nothingness. She yearned for that.
The mind always won though with its fight for survival.
She always resurfaced spluttering between relief and grief for not having overcome the resistance.
The moon resplendent celebrated her defeat once again. Once again it played upon the surface in the distance as she gathered her clothes she had left upon the shore.
She looked at that other spot where the moon was playing with the waves. It seemed like the perfect spot, far out into the sea though without the rock cover
Next month she thought to herself as she put her clothes slowly back on shivering despite the heat. Next month she would try again when the moon was high and the watchers were low.
(Original Tanka post “Dark Matter” of March 14, 2015 changed to a new form as a Tanka with a closing Haiku inspired by Ronovan writes Freku but keeping the Tanka form and without rhyming in the other stanzas; I’d be tempted to call it Tankaiku 😀 )
Courtesy weheartit.com
Poppies red in field
Danced to the wake of sunlight
Before stillness hit
Like an earthquake hearts burst out
From withered poppies that shrank
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Crimson hearts pulsate
In their naked agony
Frail and bodiless
Slender frame responds shaking
As the hearts begin to beat
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The throbbing hummed on
Beating to the rhythm of red
Cast on sea of hearts
Ocean in heart responded
While I picked them one by one
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Feathers gathered pink
To gushing crimson fountain
Soft they had been once
Mellow in healing touch
Hands extended I faltered
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Sewn across bodies
Shells picking up a new life
Hearts reached out in vain
Tight writhing chest echoed dull
As my arms withdrew sullen
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All I had was ink
Dark matter spilled on my hands
As I waved goodbye
My mind walked on free yet tied
To a bottomless low tide
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Surviving Dreamtime
Dark Matter’s ink diluted
Heart weightless renewed
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As the last new moon of the year is soon upon us I set about diluting the past and waking up to new morrows.
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