A Thought, Through Pen, On Paper

Poles of gold; bridled porcelain.

Today: Ten Tanka

People-watching; people, watching me.

Over the water, w’thin the waves of crashing flame, I sit ‘n write.

私はいくます; いくました.

T’was where I was standing, with Molly wavin’.

With pub fire calling, its warmth tempting all in, Molly, through the rain she yet led.

We must face each fireless night.

Neurotaclismic chasmmind find pain in memorandemonia

The cold wind lifts these leaves.

In confinement – self ‘n solitary –
there sits a child.

Solitary; stone-surrounded.

The city spreads its sprawl.

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But:

Alit along the current air did fall, in feath’ry glide, a-whilst my coffee waits, a crow.