Nothing New under the Sun, A Tanka Sequence

alone
on this rainy night
the muse
is my sounding board
for ideas and gossip

two colored truths
in the predawn sky:
one for the muse
the other for me
and my drunken shadow

clichés open
a prismatic window
on my soul
(another cliché, I know) …
killing time with my muse

NeverEnding Story, November 24, 2014