Tanka – Page 2

My Old Circuit

I’ll take you away,
take you down my old circuit,
show you my old life.
No need to feel sorry for
a non-existent childhood.

Remembering us
standing in the summer rain
wetting our dry skin?
Now we stand inside waiting
for the acid rain to fall.

A black and white room
Classical glam with a twist
Envious longing
Colours of your ombre hair
Mix with your blood on the floor

Springtime in Autumn.
Buds bloom, and flowers blossom
confused by the warmth.
An owl watches and ponders,
a pause to see the flowers.

Bare branches begin
to grow as the sunshine turns
Winter into Spring.
Rolling down the scented hills
of peach and pineberry.

Falling from heaven,
cast out to live on the Earth
from the garden home.
A quizzical nihilist,
a career in law may do.

excessive living
a candy-coated heaven
dreaming about us
solid gold shoes and silk socks
carried around by robots

You are so far down.
The rose falls upon you, yet
you are so far down.

No more discussions
about what you did last week.
No more of your voice.

Now dead and buried.
A pang of regret grips me;
I missed seeing you.

Pink files surround me,
humidity on the breeze,
the overcast sky.
Sitting at my desk feeling
the winds of change are flowing.

My Week

At present, we are waiting for the humidity to break. I hope for the Autumn change to arrive.

I’ve been surrounded by pink files all week. You don’t know the stress involved in Property Law and Conveyancing until you experience the work.

It has been an intense week, which usually leaves me with nothing left by Friday night.

Add watching the war crimes in Ukraine, and I’m ready to leave my computer for a while and lay down.

Thank you for taking the time to visit my blog and read my words.

I could write nothing,
Leave the page blank, say nothing.
I could be nothing,
Live alone and love nothing.
I will never be nothing.