tanka – Page 5 – One Woman's Quest

Disgruntled Writer

Emotions a mess
no security in words
page invites finesse
thoughts tumble, filters falter
longueur of sentences bore.

(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine.)

Quiet now, places
harbouring my memories –
river dreamcatcher –
nostalgia floats on swan’s back
past bridges linking time lapsed.

(Tuesdays I borrow from my Twitter account #Vjknutson. Image my own)

I farm reflection
plant seeds of wrath, soil black –
insatiable words
nurtured by mind-storms and rays
of passing enlightenment.

(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image mine)

Shoulder to shoulder
we contemplate clouds, hunt for
silver, my brother
lost, then found, ponders what ifs –
clouds become threads, unite us.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Photo mine)

A grackle shimmers
sun highlighting blue – my mood
queer melancholy –
absent knocks, talks, minutiae
remains discomforting din.

(Photo mine)

Kingfisher, my horse
transports me to unseen realms
a fleshless dreamer
seeking oneness, Orenda,
a noetic salvation.

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

Celebrity bores
I crave sapid exchange – bird
song, sweet and tender
I am past prime – gigs dried up
but nature provides plenty.

(Image mine)

Define family –
nest of promises, story
filled houses of stone?
Expectations built lacking
substance – original sin?

(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson, this tanka edited from original. Image mine.)

Poet’s mind fragile
images ripe, words lacking
waste of genius
shadows whisper of bathos –
a rewrite is imminent.

(Image mine)

Formation of swans
blaring advance, lift my lens
spectacle captured
ennui momentarily
broken – contemplate message.

(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. This time, it’s a tanka. Image my own.)