I love you
on the tip of my tongue
spring drizzle
fleeting summer dream
between the spoken
and unspoken
my first taste
of make-up sex
crimson leaves
thundersnow
rumbling in the distance
her parting words
NeverEnding Story, September 19, 2014
Poetic Musing: Blooms and Smoke Tanka by Beverley George
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you gaze at blooms
of black-boughed cherry trees
I am entranced
by the smoke of cooking-fires
drifting up through sturdy pines
*George Empty Garden*, 2006
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