Tanka No.1The snow shimmersTanka No.11 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
ON the frozen ground
Glowing in the winter sun
Waiting for the kids
Weekend ForsetThere is a place that i use to knowWeekend Forset3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
where the trees reach high
and black berries grow
not a care in the world
sing the birds and the stream
all silence denied with a snap
and rustle in the leaves
shards of light kiss the skin
of someone very dear to me
all the while not saying a word
and a feeling that this is all a dream
Grateful MorningUp again, much earlier than I planned,Grateful Morning10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wipe away sleep and tame a wild strand.
The dog is barking; it's time for a stroll,
To chase brown lizards, or a green anole.
I can't go back to bed on this beautiful day,
So I water my garden and decide to stay.
As I watch a butterfly, along comes a dove.
He sings to me sweetly, and always of love.
Neighbors are scurrying to rush off to work.
That's no longer my world, and oh what a perk!
I can sit on my porch and watch cars go by,
With coffee, a waffle, and blueberries piled high.
A rogue paper bags bounces along the walk,
Where lies the remnants of hopscotch in chalk.
Then things become quiet, except for the breeze,
Just the swishing of fronds in tall palm trees.
Here on my bench with lots of pillows quite soft,
Tucked away from view in my own little loft.
Surrounded by orchids in many colors bright,
I think I may read, but instead choose to write.
Wanting to remember the beauty of this day,
Some words will stay, while others fly away.
Our StreamIt is not burried behind foliage,Our Stream8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or blocked by hills of trees.
The sun easily shines apon it,
But people cannot find it when they please.
For us the darkness is no obsicle.
We can always find the way.
We are connected to it,
But for a reason neither of us can say.
It is not a matter of understanding,
Because we know it when the water is heard,
But a matter of explanation.
It cannot be expressed in a single word.
We go there when we are lonely,
And always when it rains,
Because to us its not just a stream.
It washes away our pains.
CatThe storm is raging outside, while you purr by my sideCat10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A small, wet and cold nose, like a gentle snowflake on a winter day
The warm and soft fur, better than any cloth
Two big ears that listen, like the silent nature
A pair of big, round and gentle eyes, that show care
A high voice that often sounds, as if saying:" I`m here"
A mind that holds many thoughts
Movements that holds many secrets
And a heart that cares for all
Im WaldDer Stamm berstetIm Wald6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ein Baum fällt nieder
So läuft es Tag für Tag
Jetzt eine leere Stelle wo grad noch
ein grüner Kollos hinaufrag
Doch brechen müssen Bäume immer wieder
Wie die Wandersmänner singen sie gemeinsam einsame Lieder
Die alle nur vom fallen handeln
Alleine wie auf Dornen wandeln
Von den leiden eines Mannes oder auch manchen Stammes
Da neue Pflanzen auf der Asche toter wachsen
Entsteht aus fallen bald ein platzen
Der Boden berstet
Ein Spross wächst wieder
So läuft das Leben