Time once spent
Certain things in life
You can change
Unlike time
Once spent
Unrolled upon the ground
There is no returning back
To bone structure or strife
In stead
Unwind your mind
Roll up your sleeves alive
And dig
Deep into the being of self within meaning
In order to find
Your joy
Seeing ourselves, a tanka
Watching is at most
To project perhaps a bit
Of belief in those
In whom we see ourselves young
To which could one day be old
They hide behind
Thoughts are a closed door
Perhaps
By eyes are windows
And a face a house
Both facing in
Breathing there
Beaming out
As if to say
Hello, but don't come knocking today
Unless you must
Lines
Between two lines
Both above and below
Runs a place inbetween
Home and heart
Hearth and home
And with a whispering whistle
And a screeching stop
A pulling out undertone
There lies about
On its face
A most impatiently placed seat of grace
As we wait here and say
To purselves being
At all at once unseeing, alone
Trust me
Dearest place
There is this a train station
And one day soon
No more here, we'll be home
And we are
A quiet time
A gift
A curse
If we instead
Do find it to be
So
Or out of need to be
There
And we are
These goodbyes can be good
Knowing how long life
Continues on
Should make you smile
Even at the goodbyes impart
Having long since learned
That noone is ever truly
Gone
Or awry
They just are
New, young, light, bright
Try all you like
To make the other see the day
As new
As young
As light
As bright
But know that no
It will never be the case
Unless
Their eyes choose to open
Of their own accord
And see
Who are you to say what daylight is?
You should only breathe for yourself
Revelation
Appreciation - for someone else's feelings
In a momentary sentimental express
Perhaps
But son
Don’t you spend a day
Breathing for the dead
As that would be a waste
Expressed
A fellow heart of service
Here I feel
That same kindred spirit
Which permeated yours
So many years ago
My dear
Their volunteer
God bless you
Thought born tanka
There is no way for
A most innermost thought born
To be seen without
A conscious sharing of birth
And in newborn eyes a smile
Spring forth tree leaves
There is a moment every winter
Be it silent and serene
And quietly explained and expressed
By her fair nature alike
Where the wind and the brush
And the limbs and the trees
All see in unison
ENOUGH
Let us spring forth and
Be
Free
Seeing Kind
Kindness is seeing
What kind of a life
Has been stuck to a being
Not even due to their own device
But then to think of them
By a new means of expansion
And to what where they could be
Of their feet on which could stand
That is a kind sight
Indeed
To
See
Your little universe, perhaps
All will be right
Not with the world
But within your little universe, perhaps
When you pause and see and hear and speak
Of the memories which are becoming first hand
As a current sight in your eyes to find
So at last you should smile
Knowing no tomorrow is meant
And every yesterday has lead
You to this moment in mind
To a place where you can choose to see
That all will be right
Unspoken sound
There is a genuine heartandsoul
Which beats and blinks
And breathes with soft sound
Speaking not of what is
Or of what has been at all
But such a voice pants
And laps at purpose and meaning alike
In the sound if tomorrow
Now in your ears may be
Alive
Cold Landing Spot
A slow fall
This life
A lazy snowfall
Is
An inevitable end
In a cold landing below
A slow melt
Becomes a merger of home
Into water as one
We are
All are
The wind and breeze between, perfect flow
I turned and you were there
Like a sudden face
Of a friend I prayed into being somehow
My unknown now know
My once wish returned
And I a smiling incarnation of joy
Am so happy for this walk
And in this gardened way
Now fully grown
To have a taken a turn
Most botanical in nature
For ypu are growing
And I have grown
So fond of these words
Overflowing and flown
Like the wingtipped air
Between flowers and birds
Blow
Tanka, perfect flow
Close my eyes and reach
Out with arms extended now
To catch time flawless
For I am an imperfect
Wordsmith alive with purpose
A calling, perfect flow
A calling (to me)
Is such an important thing
To grow and be
And to become more of me
And you
With your calling as well
I respect
Even if most different
You are from me
And in contradictive wish
We now find ourself
Just for a moment opposed
Don't worry
You are to me
As I find myself to you
Most needed
To be seen writing, perfect flow
Does quiet guard
My future thought
?
Do others near
Make me forget myself
?
I ask this now
Because for naught
?
To write myself
Will ever help
?