The Treasure Of The Pied Crow
Pied white ‘n dull-green ‘n shim’ring black, treasuring the trove you’ve gathered.
Tag: tanka
To Keep From Writing
Take the ink from the (FlexGrip) pen; articulate the uncontrollable.
…
Am I ever writing this? You were always reading this. The stars knew they were burning…
Tanka From A Slightly Diff’rent Universe
A diff’ring
(to the usual) time of day,
adorned with diff’rance.
Two Tanka & A Single Word
Cities in parallel, blended; the nearer past and ancient times.
Written Somewhere Sunny In The South-West
Momentum felt as sep’rate moments: such is time.
