Tanka – Page 10

Redwood Tanka

Walking with the trees
Majestic redwoods hover
hiding their feelings
Shy at first, one starts talking
wisdom from the ancient ones

Sounds in the office
our leader points to a graph
Reverie of sound
Out there feeling the raindrops
Listening to the whispers

We sealed the deal with

gems in exchange for freedom

invisible chains

worshipped, adored, and famous

the soul cries out for freedom

Clouds are gathering
the captain waits for no one
giant angry waves
the crew prepare for the worst
waltz of the sea and the ship

Tea Cosy warm thoughts
what could have been fades away
Sprawled empty tea cups
pieces of music vibrate
happy memories building

morning frosty grass
barefoot walking to the fence
my feet are stained green
tip-toeing to the kitchen
embracing my black kettle

Happy World Poetry Day!

And I will find him
covered in sauteed onion
dancing with the leeks
a potato and leek man
my only tabby kitteh

The humidity
skin suffocating and drenched
hiding from the sun
Summer sun turns into storms
Words and books become her fan

Tepid winds of change
life-sized vacuum cleaner
the last of the heat
Autumn brings her mixed feelings
Hidden from the light, birds, life

The dying flowers
frost darkness leaves brown patches
smelling the crisp scents
emerging from the cocoon
dancing and talking to moss

A flower in Spring
You exude a rare nectar
Me, a buzzing bee
Sipping upon your nectar
Napping amongst your petals

The season changes
ice winds whistle loudly through
the power lines, trees
the sunlight plays a subtle
song through the dying flowers