Tanka – Page 7

Spring can Wait

the stillness of frost
between the night and morning
ice on the windscreen
in the north, they find summer
the winter comes; spring can wait

a wee ship set sail
o’er the rough waves to Bass Strait
like coins in a jar
the angry sea longs for lives
no lighthouse to calm their nerves

within the umbra
a no one becomes someone
ungodly spells move
fear leaves your decrepit soul
embracing capitalism

a frosted windscreen
toxic thoughts are lingering
playing memories
the coffee cups are calling
this world is made for the cats

swimming in the dark
a sweet, petite Anglerfish
thinking about life
longing for a friendly face
listlessly waiting for hugs

birds dance in the trees
teaching us how to gossip
shit on everyone
fears dissolve into the wine
leaving gossip for the birds

a perfect night sky
watching the coming Eclipse
a wish to see Mum
we stand under the same sky
far apart, yet together

grey sky, falling leaves
rain swept sentimental day
grey thoughts remain still
listening to the winding
additional cup for you

Fall intensifies
Watching and scrolling all day
Forgotten website
A big blue button says, “Press”.
A laughing Jeanie appears.

a longing for home
we return to our childhood
rose coloured glasses
artificial memories
a longing for something else