loneliness
comes to sit beside my bed ...
the third night
filled with the monotone
of winter rain
at 3 a.m.
many-mouthed loneliness
self-talks out loud --
speechless, face-to-face
with my drunken shadow
NeverEnding Story, June 27, 2015
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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