tanka – Page 17

Nothing

I could write nothing,
Leave the page blank, say nothing.
I could be nothing,
Live alone and love nothing.
I will never be nothing.

A pounce then a paw,
the lucky tiger caught me
with a wild fur paw.
Contemplating my escape,
a Bah from the Sheep won’t do.

The hot desert sand.
Walking upon the sand of
countless burning rays.
The hot desert day turns to
night, as we worship the stars.

sweet forest dreaming
mythical marijuana
smelling something odd
nose twitching, ready to sneeze
waking to grass up your nose

Footprints in the sand
dancing to sounds of the sea
Fingering a shell
dancing into the wavelets
Forever my soft sea spouse

An old heart moving
against the Warragul wind,
to feel the cold rain.
Admiring the wild green hills,
slowly devoured by houses.

I gave you my youth
I give you all my wrinkles
My youth, My wrinkles
I gave, and I give all I
have without expectations

An aversion to
the kettle in the kitchen.
Hidden from my sight,
a cup of tea calls to me;
the kettle sits in the bin.

an untouched soul waits
transient lovers pile up high
another sunset
she pens the sky a letter
a love letter to the hues

raindrops fall slowly
droplets splash onto the wood
sorrow seems fleeting
touching the wood that is you
tactile grief in letting go