Tanka – Page 4

Wandering

a restless spirit
the unfulfilled potential
wandering alone
unable to move on home
keeping the trees company

exhausted angel
slowly falls apart from war
a wing gone astray
hands lay still in the rubble
weeping tears of blood alone

We turn our faces
from the sun that burns our eyes
The sun will still shine
We turn ourselves from the one
full of seethe and destruction

watching the night sky
finding childhood memories
the remembering
feeling love for your siblings
the saucepan constellation

Caught by the sunlight
Mortar and Pestle pummel
a little pesto
Today you are Italian
flour footprints and sips of wine

Saturn comes for me
I watch myself start to change
Lost motivation
I am conscious of failing
Does the Law matter to me?

drums from the forest
Nature’s bass is low and deep
ancient vibrations
The humans from long ago
Their spirits fill the forest

a Spring Barbeque
one squeeze of the sauce bottle
a gust of wind comes
the salad bowl overturns
the sauced-up sausage takes flight

No coffee today
driving with an attitude
swearing and yelling
strutting a frown down the street
He smiles at her masala

smoke smell on the wind
Your mystical soul breaks free
feeling the old ways
the souls of the burning trees
a stirring of something old