I’m not some old seer,
hiding in a carneval,
nor a smart*ss punk…
Category Archive: Tanka
It’s the place at home,
that feels like it’s own abode,
a true sacred space…
When you start drifting,
through space, time, and your life,
you don’t need the ground…
I love the moonlight,
but only when it shines bright,
and guides me at night…
I’m not really sure,
how this happened to work out,
being productive…
It would be quiet,
with every book in place,
and a small warm space…
It’s fine out today,
so take a deep breath or two,
serene and still here…
It’s our wildest hope,
on a long day’s longer night,
and we do our best…
The moon goes to red,
and it’s light can hide away,
An unsettling sight…
It’s easy to pretend,
that you have no choice to make,
thoughtless, imprisoned…
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