tanka

tanka--
small songs I sing
to join
my voice to other voices
hidden in the grass

Saturday, June 21, 2014

prickles of mist

summer solstice—
prickles of mist
dissolving
the old ghosts 
inside my skin


      ~The Bamboo Hut 1:1, August 2013


passing strangers
on a rain-drenched road
we turn back 
to ask their stories
. . . finding only mist


    ~Tinywords 14.1, May 2, 2014






4 comments:

  1. An exquisite pairing. I'm waiting for this summer solstice to dissolve my old ghosts. ;)

    I could read "passing strangers" over and over.

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  2. I really like the second one - could be a real encounter or a commentary on us all, that one day we will be only mist too... :(

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  3. Thanks, Susan! It actually was a real encounter, but I'm happy that you can read the poem on multiple levels.

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