yellow leaves
whirled by the wind
struggling in mid-air...
my tanka is conceived
at the sight
I, too, dislike it: too short, too understated, and too difficult to write. But, it gives me joy if read, pride if published, and assurance if paid. After all, I discover in it a hiding place for my feelings.
shades of memories
fly about, collide, and land
I pick them up
and put them to rest
in the grave of tanka
November/December 2010 issue of Sketchbook
whirled by the wind
struggling in mid-air...
my tanka is conceived
at the sight
I, too, dislike it: too short, too understated, and too difficult to write. But, it gives me joy if read, pride if published, and assurance if paid. After all, I discover in it a hiding place for my feelings.
shades of memories
fly about, collide, and land
I pick them up
and put them to rest
in the grave of tanka
November/December 2010 issue of Sketchbook
