frost flowers
on the stained glass window
this New Year morning
what remains unspoken
in the confessional
NeverEnding Story, January 1, 2019
A Room of My Own: Wooden Jesus Tanka
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slanted sunlight
reaches Wooden Jesus on the cross
I close my eyes
... yet nothing whatever emerges
in my mind or my heart
FYI: This tanka could be read as...