Monday, December 1, 2014

Tanka poems

A couple of the tanka poems I've written since I last mentioned them.

To see fresh green peer
out from the bottom of a
stalk that looks dead brown
means rebirth will come in the
midst of deaths I alone feel. ©

Yellow sunlight is                                                      
the cure for my red despair;
its heat fades to warmth
that bestows healing and a
spiritual infusion. © 

Kind comments are welcome.  :)

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