jornales

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

a throwback post…3 tanka at GUSTS Winter 2013

should I

consider my missteps

to understand…

how the Milky Way ended

with me in this pond?

 

like layers

of sunlight among weeds

our words

thrive on silence…until gushing

we burst into flowers

 

the twisted twig

of an old cedar leans

Westward

as if the wind senses

my every longing

 

GUSTS Fall/Winter 2013 (Tanka Canada)

September 30, 2014 Posted by | poetry, tanka | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment