Posts Tagged ‘tanka’

The blood red palms of

the Japanese Maple shriek

in the morning breeze

I gape, transfixed by this

visual symbol of our siege

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two tanka

the red rose leaves break
unfold their delicate veined
hands    fan a straight flush
aces high   high flung branches
thorny deadpan poker face

genus tulipa
at night folds its arms up tight
not at all prim   just
cold   like waiting for a light
to change   in late April snow

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