Life rolls steadily onward For the world outside While I am pinned beneath the waves Of sorrow and grief Emptiness and despair. They roll over me in a repeat of the same moment-- Mocking me as my body mocks me with the pangs of a labor that did not bring
It's out of you whence flows my joy and fear In equal measure. Life is made of this. I'm seized with fear and gripped with joy in turn To know that you are mine and very near. Your heartbeat next to mine is like a kiss;
No one said the same breeze blew for us Locked in trust Spreading rust With time-tempered glass around the door Old brick floors Beats in fours We become the echo in the night Turned out right Climb the flights Standing on the rooftop in the wind We have sinned But
Life explodes in green From buds and blossoms growing Out of tiny seeds Taking over where death was And shaming barren gardens. postscript Day 8 of A tanka. Life wins.
When peace like a river Becomes more like a stream And storms arrest my waking And rainfall floods my dreams I hold eternal summer Like a lighthouse in my soul To call me out of tempest seas Into peace complete and whole. postscript A very simple entry to close the