July is made for
Hammocks hanging between trees
Swaying to and fro
Gently with the summer breeze
Dappled in sunny splotches
Category: Poetry
Not Tanka
What is the word for
a heart so full but also
breaking?
Is there even a word?
It may be like rain
falling through sunshine.
Out- in our garden,
Leaves of green make their debut,
Pink- petals falling,
Are you a sakura’s tear?
Weeping with friend yanagi?
Stop me if you dare!
Cries the flame against the wind,
It is my end goal,
To be more than a flicker,
Against the darkest of times.
Oh mirror image,
Do you have the power, still –
To predict futures?
I care not if I am fair,
Tell me more of tomorrow.
I open my blinds
The apple out my window
Greets me with great blooms
White petals and a sweet smell
Holding a promise of fruit
Oh to move again!
To bend and to stretch- to sway!
All without breaking,
Though pain still lingers or flares,
They are dull embers, not flame.
Just breathe in- and out,
Like the sun and the moon rising,
Focus on the breathing,
Rather than that other thing,
This unexpected displeasure.
Do not fret drizzle
Or be bothered by cold drops
Ignore howling wind
Instead focus on rainbows
And how many will appear
This peaceful moment:
You, me, and the sound of rain.
A soft percussion,
Dropping bubbly brook beats,
That crescendos rapidly.