Tanka – Page 9

Tranquillity

the gushing water
antiquarian buildings
moss covering stone
the spring-born rushing water
drifting on tranquillity

the piercing sunlight
speak words of comfort to me
talk about the sea
show me pictures of nature
tell me the news isn’t real

The cold, wild seashore
I stand before her vast moods
Me, the Horizon
Between the sea and the shops
I admire the grey, the sea

the lunar eclipse
your swirling abysmal depths
awakened dreaming
rubbing your face with your hand
feeling the stardust falling

Unconstrained freedom
The promise of my Springtime,
yet Winter lingers
The pen moves to my music
I hear the sea calling me

a necessity
vocabulary becomes
limited necessity
unfamiliar words become
a punishable thought crime

whispers of the trees
with every beat of the drum
gooseflesh on our skin
we dance around the bonfire
with the rhythm of the spirits

The coming of Spring
dreaming of delicious food
Awaiting Peaches
a fusion for the taste buds
Naughty Peach thoughts are blooming

Lava meets the sea
watching the way nature moves
Feeling flesh and blood
from the distance, Aloha
hiding behind the bushes

Salmon are rushing
a frenzie of paws and tails
The bear knows the taste
confused animosity
The salmon misses her paw