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Thanks Riesa. I truly am an old man trapped in a young man's body. My friends agree, after just having this conversation today. I sometimes wish I was born back in the day when extended similes were accepted in five line poems (Shelley would've pulled it off).
The towering lunge
that tears his angry substance
through tranquil wooded
skies, looming ferocious bark
gnarled against resting leaves.
a camera portrait (old or new)
I can see it, stately, walking slow and graceful around a garden in your hose and golden slippers, a sort of Scarlet Pimpernel, entertaining ladies with lines of clever poetry. they all giggle behind their fans. ;)
how spirit can be
contained within four corners
of absolute still.
life thinly sliced, his eyes have
the same look, his face has changed.
a black mamba snake
A sudden movement;
pity the mouse that lingers
playful in the grass.
A sudden movement signals
a sudden end. The grass stills.
A girl in a short skirt.
A girl in a short skirt.
Its lasso motion captures
Me. Whirlpooling my
Thoughts. Is she wearing anything
Else? For now who cares?
A world without cliche
There are now no truths
To be overtly said, nor
Cruel patancies.
Cliches have faded
In the ringing absence of
Conspicuousness.
an abandoned umbrella
the train pulls out from
the station. The umbrella
left on the train seat.
It is raining in London
Black clouds menace overhead
watching a play at the theatre
“A horse, a horse, my
kingdom for a horse!” Richard
Third. A noble play.
One wonders about Richard’s
sincerity: his kingdom?
Lovecraft's Innsmouth
Innsmouth decadent
A rotting New England town
Alien life forms
Half human creatures roam here
Shadows over the landscape
Bacchaus
Picture the scene, a
table overladen with
fine delicacies.
Wine overflowing the cup.
The fat man grins wickedly.
An empty vase
waiting patiently
covered in dust forgotten
dreaming of wonder
my only task this one task
to hold a stunning bouquet
a child's view of a parade
Tippy toe and awe,
gasping as the length unfolds
heads in procession,
the staggering of faces
upturned and facing forward.
a crippled leaf.
A crippled leaf is
As any other leaf for
It is without limbs
Lambs may lie crippled upon
Some litter of leaves, rippling
Survivals of last autumn.
Cracked panes in a church window
The cracked panes in a church window
In the morning sun
The cracked edge of glass becomes
Diamond for a mo’ …
A diamond with a broken
Mother Mary in its heart.
playing football in the rain
"Six! Thirty-seven! Hut!"
"He steps into the pocket.
It's another pass, folks!
And, Carl, that pigskin is slick!"
"Tom, rain is hurting Boston..."
Bluffing with a bad hand of poker...
Behind dark glasses
eyes on the opponent's face.
No, he must not call
so I smile to scare him off.
You know, I'm all in.
Hope I got the form right, this is the first time I've done a tanka.
Next: Looking in the mirror (not liking completely what you see)