These are tanka and haiku poems I have been writing for a long time. Some few are about people I know and cared for, most are imaginings, or observations. All represent moments in time, reflect emotions and thoughts, and in that, no matter their quality, they have some value to me.
I hope you like them.
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| so softly spoken the wind murmurs of you now hidden by darkness shadowed trees brush your name against the slumbering night |
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| the moon hides from you lest it cast your eyes in light and sprinkle your hair with fragile dreams or your lips with silk touched hope and laughter |
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| melancholy stirs memories of you standing enchanted by light falling through leaves touching you much more gently than my kiss |
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| all alone again amidst voices and laughter hunting the absence of your warmth and quiet hands or your eyes watching others |
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| I collected your voice in many little pockets and I hid your gaze in unexpected places to warm on empty bed days |
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| the sigh beneath me as i touch and trace and kiss and paint oil and love across the canvas of your skin that cloaks your sleeping form |
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| fog drifts through my dreams rendering memories new the crunch of wet sand folding the sea into me the touch of your hand in mine |
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| serendipity gave me your form and your grace a lone butterfly with every flit and flutter traces the air with your name |
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| i find myself traced in flowing sands and still pools patterns of my life etched in polished stone and steel carved out of my nothingness |
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| there is no hope here it fled with dawns first chorus and hid with the night allowing the succour of dancing prancing despair |
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| nervous girl for whom do you wait, hands pacing? |
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| my love holds no boundaries and lacks distance |
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| hand in hand a steel bridge beneath which way now? |
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| line of lights leading me homewards towards you |
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| i’m unloved in this busy place where are you? |
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| more than i hope watching every flame wings flutter |
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| ring spinning wondering where you are singing now |
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| tanka and haiku relunctantly formed on my lips |
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| is that you looking down at your new flip flops? |
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| in daydreams unexpected snail on my tum |
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| monkey dreams of trees and rich fruits as do i |
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| my totem has not my answers am i lost ? |
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| summer tree light and green and brown sheltering |
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| old oak tree arms bent and head bowed welcome home |
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| i sought now amidst waves and winds found your eyes |
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| hands tracing an ocean borne stone like your lips |
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| delicate your breath on my cheek like summer |
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| abandoned i cannot hear your voice bereft heart |
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| solitude single brush stroke on white paper |
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| bewitched boy counting pond ripples as your name |
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| the dagger of the fleeting swift guiding me |
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| my canvas is too full of me without you |
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| uncertain bright streetlamps flicker painting me |
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| broken panes voids of loneliness looking in |
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| sunset cloud a golden island purple seas |
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| did you want such hopes and fears, this impure joy |
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| scattered thoughts full of many things full of you |
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| crept inside shutting every door no more flight |
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| tasted you touched you lightly held tightly |
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| bereft of ideas I am lost in this room |
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| darkness reigns suffocating warmth wilting cold |
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| storm children wings spread like great kites churning skies |
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| fishermen casting like prophets in deep pools |
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| dusty tracks stirring with every single step |
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| transient eyes ever roving another path |
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| furtive bee hoarding your treasures in wax walls |
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| cormorant black in dark waters, autumn thoughts |
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| lines cast out seated like Buddha in sunshine |
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| slender girl burned gold and lithe morning run |
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| feeding swans bread in tiny fists eyes intent |
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| morning stroll sun pleasant against both our heads |
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| marry me message on a wall - no answer |
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| the ferry, a simple journey, cool waters |
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| storm kindred great kites against the churning skies |
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| hair swaying a summer breeze through silent trees |
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| on all sides, so unconnected my silence |
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| loneliness far mountain staring back at me |
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| clouds drift by lying back dreaming eyes open |
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| eyes caress all that parade by summer mood |
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| our cat creeps unveiled in moonlight displeased tail |
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| tomorrow the sun will wander by my path |
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| hips like drums with a taiko beat hypnotic |
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| fragrant moon dropping willow bark on my lap |
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| sleepy dawn your heat against my wakefulness |
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| tied in string clothed in crisp paper hidden treat |
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| dreamless cloud like austerity in my heart |
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