a solo somonka for Søren Kierkegaard
among shadows
in this attic room
I hear
years of lonely nights
stacked against my mind
the waves
lapping against my feet ...
am I afraid
to say a final farewell
to this sunny world
Whispers, June 23, 2015
A Room of My Own: River Trail Tanka
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*Starlight on the Gutter of Blossoms*, IV
silver moonlight
drips through weeping willow leaves
the river trail reeks
where a stray rips the throat
from ...
