When bosom is spent
7 June 2020
Wild flowers
Slender fingertips
Atonement
Peering through
The face like a daisy’s gait
Nimble and humble
Meadows strewn
Pathways scintillate
Meanings sink
Into heart
The soul a wolf singing low
Songs of never more
Breathe me in
I am canticles
Chiming through
Desert rain
I am remainder of pain
When bosom is spent
Reading of the poem:
Stive Morgan – Ice And Fire
Dark Matter’s ink diluted
10 December 2015
(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 😀 )
Poppies red in field
Danced to the wake of sunlight
Before stillness hit
Like an earthquake hearts burst out
From withered poppies that shrank
<3
Crimson hearts pulsate
In their naked agony
Frail and bodiless
Slender frame responds shaking
As the hearts begin to beat
<3
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
<3
Feathers gathered pink
To gushing crimson fountain
Soft they had been once
Mellow in healing touch
Hands extended I faltered
<3
Sewn across bodies
Shells picking up a new life
Hearts reached out in vain
Tight writhing chest echoed dull
As my arms withdrew sullen
<3
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
<3
Surviving Dreamtime
Dark Matter’s ink diluted
Heart weightless renewed
<3
As the last new moon of the year is soon upon us I set about diluting the past and waking up to new morrows.
Bliss – People Among Us
Other poles shifted
30 October 2015
The days hurried by
Grey repetition of beats
But for three red spots
I loved poppy fields
Often most when they touched skies
In red-blue embrace
A rabbit scurried
He bestowed me some nonsense
From bottled malice
The Earth spun around
Sun’s glorious stray dances
While I composed soul
The nightingale whirled
All wheels flew out of axis
Camp descent painful
A tadpole blinked twice
Its tongue caught a fly’s motion
Other poles shifted
I took crimson walk
Between yellow lines but fell
Forgotten in hay
Dark matter
13 – 14 March 2015
Poppies red in field
Danced to the wake of sunlight
Before stillness hit
Like an earthquake hearts burst out
From withered poppies that shrank
<3
Crimson hearts pulsate
In their naked agony
Frail and bodiless
Slender frame responds shaking
As the hearts begin to beat
<3
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
<3
Feathers gathered pink
To gushing crimson fountain
Soft they had been once
Mellow in healing touch
Hands extended I faltered
<3
Sewn across bodies
Shells picking up a new life
Hearts reached out in vain
Tight writhing chest echoed dull
As my arms withdrew sullen
<3
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
<3
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