Tag: tanka

winter noon poetry is the words plucked from thin air

turns its back on civilization kingfisher stares at the forest

consumed by desires the crescent moon in the winter sky

the madness she brings the warmth of lips and hips

winter wetness we unsheathe cold limbs

a tiny beacon is lit inside my head come dream

grey needles of rain pricking this tender mortal flesh

curled in its shadow the cat dreams of paradise

winter’s grasp the hand that drags you out from the void

a war this body can never win the rain relentless