Tanka – Page 2

Idealised Lake

crystal clear water
They long to see Lake Baikal
vast in her beauty
The goal was to hear the ice
and to feel and to hear peace

emotional clouds
heavy with the grey of now
hiding the sunset
issues faced on Sunday night
The dread falls within the rain

heavy falling snow
serious solemn faces
outside the old church
gentle, pushed into the hearse
transported to rest awhile

the falling droplets
they increase in their number
the windscreen a blur
neoclassical engine
sounds of heartbreak and the sea

The falling Spring rain
comes with the sound of thunder
to stop and ponder
to have an education
to see our nation changing

Pollen in the air
aching for Melbourne Cup Day
despite the races
Oh, joyous! A long weekend
It is Halloween for some

wind moves the branches
fast asleep in the lush leaves
a stirring approach
eyes open slowly to see
a ray of light from somewhere

the mud of autumn
mixed with the bodies of the
dead and the dying
An ill-fated day for the
brave men of the Wolf Argent

that rust-red planet
from the moment he could walk
Mars was once his home

unable to sleep
watching the stars and the sky
longing to return

Sky Man, a Martian
with a soul made of red earth
longing for something

they lived in the dark
once there were lights, power lines
now there are candles
the meaning of energy
they lost the information