I yell out
I'll stay drunk on writing
her silent tongue
like a scissor
cutting my words to shreds
rain pelting
the windows of this rooming house
I hear voices
rising towards the ceiling
jostling for survival
my mind complains
it's hard to live by words alone
tongues of fire
lick the flesh
and stay for a while
I conduct
the Fifth Symphony
inside my head
the doctor sees nothing
but a poet's failed dream
a wolf
howling at the cold moon
alone
face to face
with my own demons
after wishing
on a shooting star
all that remains
of my attic room
a shadow on the wall
Lynx,XXVII:3, October 2012
One Man's Maple Moon: Zigzag Path Tanka by Kirsty Karkow
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*English Original*
the zigzag path
of indecision ...
squirrel tracks
across light snow
leading nowhere
*A Hundred Gourds*, 1:2, March 2012
Kirsty Karkow
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