In exile, this black daylight, can I knock on a wall of silence to make the sound of protest?
in my throat
words just well up...
shrill of cicadas
Will the sky hold my thoughts? Looking out the window, I see a paper bag floating in the wind.
Haibun Today, 6:2, June 2012
One Man's Maple Moon: Dove's Nest Tanka by Samantha Sirimanne Hyde - *English Original* on the sill's edge rests a dove's flimsy nest how hard the rite of passage to arrive at this new land *Eucalypt*, 26, 2019 Samantha Si...