Tag: senryu

dark room the dagger of light watching silently from the corner

the lazy eye takes a trip amongst autumn clouds

late dusk the earworm medley of bird songs on replay inside the head

the autumn crow comes bearing a gift: empty half of a coconut husk

bodies of flesh drifting closer to the void by the hour

old smokey cat still practices the art of nothingness

fabric and play the tiger moth’s tussle

as if the very earth is called to heaven the autumn moth flutters skywards

calmed by the voices of children the night moth slips into meditation

by way of dreams she speaks the landscape of fall calls