Thirty-Seventh Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary
quarantined
for weeks in an attic
of shadows ...
I open the window
to birdsong and my heart
PoemHunter, April 25 2020
Note: This tanka is a sequel to the thirty-sixth entry below:
quarantine
just still-time spent
with this attic...
I murmur to myself
and empty streets below
A Room of My Own: July 4th Reflection Tanka
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not down in the gutter
or high in the cirrus clouds ...
at thirty
holding a cubicle job
I stare at the fireworks-lit sky
FYI: I was reminded of the followi...