Tag: tanka

the light is where we stand aware conscious of our being

fade into the microcosm of inanimate things

filling the void with neon and stupor

autumn winds red with rebellion

before the nothingness comes desolation

the autumn rain wakes the other half of moon

outside the coffeeshop chaos the gentle drizzle

unsound lady boogies to a melody inside her head

leaf exodus from crown to the damp ground

faces awash with the autumn pyre glow