halloween again? :D lol Pen, great minds think.... ;)
Horizon:
the black skyline draws
me to it, who can tell what
awaits me there, will
i be able to touch, for
once, the brilliant blue there?
A Baffled Boffin
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halloween again? :D lol Pen, great minds think.... ;)
Horizon:
the black skyline draws
me to it, who can tell what
awaits me there, will
i be able to touch, for
once, the brilliant blue there?
A Baffled Boffin
Alec Griffin
you the man in the white suit
wearing your trousers
upside down, workaholic
are you inventing something?
hmm and the topic for the next tanka? :)
'touch'
touch
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let us be honest
desist from Plutonic love--
the rot of mind
feeling a flower feels fine
when plucked by hand from the twine
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a shoal of sardines
swims in the darkness of sea
like a silver patch
thousand bodies with one soul
just to be consumed
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Next: 'the ultimate truth'
The Ultimate Truth—
chasing mystical knowledge,
secrets forbidden—
tapping unnatural energy,
seeking the creative force…
memory
flowers will dwindle
redolence will whiz away
hues and colors fade
Time's a harbinger of ruin
a freak of forgetfulness
next: forgetfulness:(
Once I knew this hand,
its lines familiar, each
bump and mark like home.
Now the veins lead to places
unknown, my map is broken.
a discarded newspaper
nothing is wasted
wood turns into papyrus
for us to write on
It is used for packing too
to be recycled
earthquake
like a cinch the earth
tightens, convulsing each grave
and splitting roads carved
through dust by ragged joints of
men in search of final rest.
an office
all chairs and tables
arranged in a business space
to hit a bargain
from the unsuspecting clients
to make them pay for coming
fish
how a rainbow trout—
(fish have excellent eyesight!)—
mistakes a dry fly
for insects swarming nearby—
must remove fish as “brain food” …
(with a tip of the Fedora to Patrick F. McManus, my inspiration…)
Camping
camping may be fun
for those who can afford time
but it is no joy
for those wretched homeless folk
whom earthquake left no shelter
cyclone
swirls of wind lift me
forces tearing me apart
freeing me from life
from the pain within my heart
of loving and losing you
next topic: the forest