Tanka – Page 2

The Crystal

play within the trees
The child stoops to see a rock
a lovely crystal
Her small hand connects with fate
Gift of the Seer arrives

walking by the sea
old now, yet unmissable
a man and a child
to cover my face in shame
She left many lies

watching the leaves dance
fluttering butterfly wings
arms raised in the sun
people pass me, the oddball
fate baked me differently

a vision of blue
I recall the waves crashing.
the moonlit, clear night
imagining a lighthouse
The sea waves against the cliffs.

tall poppy syndrome
school books and mathematics
an education
laughed at for being nerdy
enjoying the quiet life

within the forest
the old gods have their options
when the humans stray
the whispering trees within
weaving their words of silence

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