A choir in the sky,
garden in the sea,
lark in my chest.
An island in our bed,
throbbing agony
caressed by your hand.
Moans and pain
born to your laughter,
raised in your tears.
Time and silence.
Clocks ticking.
March, 2009 issue of Word Catalyst
To the Lighthouse: Leaping Tanka
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Leaping tanka is a subgenre of* leaping poetry as defined by Robert Bly as
“a long floating leap from the conscious to the unconscious and back again,
a le...
