A Tanka Sequence
the muse
crowned with moonlight ...
I stand
naked and daunted
in her shadow
latest volley
in my diplomatic spat
with the muse ...
the words in my tanka
morph into dead cockroaches
the muse
hooded in black ...
clichés
cursing through
my veins
I wrestle
with the ghostly muse
until daybreak
my words of longing
spill onto the page
robins tweeting
on the first day of spring
I cross out the lines:
before time was
poetry was written
Whispers, August 17 2014
Butterfly Dream: Anzac Parade Haiku by André Surridge
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*English Original*
Anzac parade
shoulder to shoulder
headless shadows
André Surridge
*Chinese Translation (Traditional)*
澳紐軍團遊行
肩並肩
無頭的影子們
*Chinese Tr...