winter mist
she shares her tale
of first love
red wine
from my mouth to hers …
blooming iris
summer moonlight
on her breast
fingering my name
dry leaves rattling ...
the awkward silence
between me and her
NeverEnding Story, July 1, 2015
Poetic Musings: Boulders and Headstones Tanka by Paul Williamson
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in pale sunshine
granite boulders dot the paddocks ...
I remember
the headstones for miners
who once rushed here for gold
*NeverEnding Story*, July 23, 202...
