silver paper
crickle-crackle sky
of oven-ready pigeons
we follow the mirage road
never reach the ocean
Tag: tanka
Three ways to say, it’s raining
haiku
watching the rain
spirits ditchwater dull
fountains of birdsong
tanka
watching the rain
sky loaded laden lowering
the dull splash of meadow mud
spirits sink in the un-sun
while birdsong soars heavenwards
triolet
Spring is rushing away from me,
Bright days are dulled with running rain,
Their flowers lost in heavy sea,
Grey waves. As far as eye can see,
Spring is rushing away from me.
Thrush knows and sings this gentle pain,
Spring is rushing away from me,
Bright days are dulled with running rain.
Five lines
Three five-line poems, trying to get a tanka. I think the middle one is sort of a tanka, maybe.
Five lines
These dawns
of sand-blasted sky
and veiled light
the paper blue singed
before the heat.
Night cool wilts
limp-winged into dawn
yellow after-glow
a thousand and one nights
of dune-dust blowing.
Burnished steel this sky
the ancients polished with sand
before there was steel
bronze a softer colour
beneath a softer sun.