The moon meditates in the stillness
of waters. Insects and frogs hold
their breath, listening to silence.
A row of willows sways gently
in serenity. Captivated,
I find my words lost in ether.
December 2009 issue of Word Catalyst
One Man's Maple Moon: Neon Lights Tanka by Christine Judd
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*English Original*
neon lights
fade in dawn's lilac glow
on the footpath
clubbers, drug-fucked
in bedraggled revelry
Christine Judd
*Chinese Translation ...
