A Poem Calls!

a poem calls
from the darkness
of me
things I can't say
that need to be said

Home At Last!

home at last ---
that's how it felt
for those few
brief moments
you held me in your arms

Willow Breeze

willow breeze ---
take my hand
and walk
with me
beside the river's dream

When I'm Gone

I'll leave a song
on the lips
of the moon
to remind you of me
when I'm gone

Shaped As Finches

shaped as finches
someone left
a poem
in the sky
at dawn

Somewhere

somewhere
between longing
& loneliness
the piercing cry
of a gull

'Not wanting...'

not wanting to drown
in the shallows
of this world
I become
the robin's song

'Painting My Day.'

painting my day
alive
with dreams ---
the rose coloured
curve of her smile

'Knowing'

this 'knowing'
I have
of you
is beyond words ---
moonlit river

clouds bleed
the dream soaked silence
of first light -
would I really be me
without you

Skylark - A Tanka Journal V1 N1 Summer 2013

by moonlight
she read the poem
of me
page
after burning page

butterfly wings...
how will I know
which path
to follow
now that you've gone

you probe
the depths of me
dark river
as if my mystery
were somehow less obscure...

Blithe Spirit V22 N1 March 2012

drifting silently
downstream
the sky
I will one day
become

Blithe Spirit V22 N1 March 2012

sunset red -
as the mind of the river
unfolds
I drift from one dream
to another

Gusts No.15 Spring/Summer 2012

in harmony
with the blue sky -
I've yet to live
the dream
of which the skylark sings

I would not want
to wake again
if I could hold you
endlessly
in a dream

trailing my hand
through the water
for a moment
more river
than man

Blithe Spirit V21 N4

dancing with dragonflies
across the pond
I leave the fiction
of this life
behind

'tanka cafe' - Ribbons V7 N3 Fall 2011

she slips
through my mind
again and again
no more now
than a ghost of memory