Tag: tanka

obscured in yellow haze and sea fog ghost ships docked at port

autumn pier storm clouds devour the morning sun

tell me of the day when freedom died in your mind

the laments of coastal winds caught in unfurled sails

crows gather around to send me off into the autumn cold sea

i see through atvaisic eyes and revel in the glory of life’s imperfections

the raging storm outside silenced by polished glass walls

skipping tea for coffee and more delusions of grandeur

from behind stained glass tanks fish eyes observe and scrutinize the movements of warm flesh

in the dingiest of places a back alley flower threatens the morning gloom