I’m not really sure,
how this happened to work out,
being productive…
Category Archive: Tanka
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…