tanka – Page 2 – One Woman's Quest

Craving Calm (tanka)

At my core, fire –
ego driving passion’s flow –
yet, it’s calm I crave
tranquil waters, petal soft
calm – solace from the burning.

(Image my own)

(Another poem written for Twitter. Image my own)

Lies from lips linger
when kisses shred sanity
and hot embraces
burn soul-deep, abandonment
reducing hearts to residue.

(Image my own)

Imagine orange –
a lifetime of suppression,
roots tangled in black,
rebellion a given –
art bleeds essence at last

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Art my own)

A branch is falling,
family tree faltering
Where do new sprouts bud
when major limbs have died?
Orphaned mood fearful of rot.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)

River in the sky
exudes an eerie glimmer
cloud forms orchestrate
haunting melody – music
eliciting soulful tears.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)

Bright, full moon night
I am mesmerized, smitten
project a portrait –
memory etched in shadow
I listen for her refrain

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)

Positioned scapegoat
remind me why? This exile
arid, confusing –
did not create the chaos;
merely tried to rescue you…

(Tuesday, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)

Unquenchable thirst –
drink from the fountain of wild
yet plain, I remain –
sixty years of repressed fire
shall not be easily quelled.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter. Image my own)

Melancoly drags –
one young lovelorn foot stuck in
regret’s muddy path –
ignores what is near, mistakes
what if for what is. Tragic.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter. Image my own)