jornales

for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

‘on pointed toes’, ‘haze’ (my two tanka in LYNX Oct 2012)

1


on pointed toes

like ripples, why not?
if floating

the way we do in void
we find what matters


2

haze
like the opaqueness we dread

a crust
the guise soft hearts
take on to survive


LYNX October 2012

October 3, 2012 Posted by | poetry, tanka | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment