Soul Tanka
I remain empty Words go in and come out: both. But those that fall out Are full of my very soul. I cannot be replenished. postscript For day 17. Just a tanka, because finals are kicking my TAIL. I've written 1.25 papers out of 3.5 for…
I remain empty Words go in and come out: both. But those that fall out Are full of my very soul. I cannot be replenished. postscript For day 17. Just a tanka, because finals are kicking my TAIL. I've written 1.25 papers out of 3.5 for…
I speak Into voids and hollow trees In the middle of night. I speak And no one hears My tree falling. I speak And nothing comes of rhetoric But division. I write And wars inside come forth In art. postscript For day 16. From "Out of the quarrel with…
I use odd words In everyday speech. Ink runs from my mouth Indelibly impressed by the ancients and Imitator of their thought. Identified proudly with the lovers of wisdom, Intellect is no obscenity to me. postscript For day 13. Poetic form: Pleiades I don't mean to say this…
I fled him down the nights and down the days But I ran unaware I would be caught. For love is greater yet than rebel ways And would that I had known t'was all for naught. I am too loved to be left free to stray And he…