Tanka – Page 6

Window View

a purple blooming
The sky beyond the window
a cobalt blue day
The cascading chandelier
Wisteria in my view

Sunrise at seven
waking to a winter chill
feeling the cold sheets
a mellow morning coffee
Watching the colours lighten

drab brown aesthetics
puffy taffeta pink dress
a pencil and tape
loading the cassette player
dance to forget the cold war

caught by the summer
lost in a Monet painting
a honey-laced voice
propped up on a numb elbow
a delightful happenstance

To be a savant
a cool ring to the title
To be so brilliant,
yet shit at mathematics
Why must it be poetry?

Intricate buttons
skirmish with the little loops
Haphazard dressing
Angry energy rising
Ripping and throwing buttons

the imagining
of a war through the prism of
the old movie screen
they watch, and the terror comes
the sickness of gluttony

two by the river
a hero ready to fight
something creeps closer
distracted by the pussy
the hero’s hamartia

The puddle splashing
She loves to jump for the leaves
a jovial soul
As the years passed, she slowed down
The urge to Heel warmed my heart

the deep Winter day
hanging frost from the window
a single snowflake
falls where we never see snow
a picture of snow falling