Tag: senryu

river ghat a tale of two fishes learning to walk

tilapia shrugs off a kiss from a crude catfish

fragments of colour pulsing in this grey expanse

the river silence belongs to the odd faced goddess

a psychosomatic response to the crescent’s grin

drawn to the peace butterfly drifts downriver

prewinter nuances that stirs the soul

dastard winds trying to pry the shell from snail

shadow of table sparrows discuss flight plans

dusk warmed oil worked into tender limbs