TankaPoetry 2

Poems 116 - ???

 

134

Studious student

Unfix your logical mind

& remove the hinges

So that you may open doors

Through the solemnity of art

133

Inordinate light

Eternal spectres in darkness

Isolated by

The dark matter transference

Of alienated souls

 

132

Shrouded in darkness

We illuminate Dante's hell

By our arduous

Inclinations towards decline

& abandonment of hope

131

To be aware of sleep

Before its tentacles swoon

Is to be enraptured

By those deathly little dreams

At the falling of the light

130

We fear dark corners

The unfamiliar light

Yet the fear of fear

Is as real as any monster

And as hard as any fight

 

129

In the brooding quiet

Where familiar faces dwell

We study a life

Of every moment passed

Under the flickering flame

 

128

Do words refuse you?

You, the tongue-tied mythical beast Scavenging, foraging

Forcing words from their holes

Abusing them, if truth be told

 

127

Not forced by gravity

The soul rests up on a string

Following us around

A birds eye view of our day

That's why I don't ride the underground

126

Never sure of why

Answers seem to ferment questions

And it was a fine year

Not being able to see

The grape for the vineyard

125

The canvas prints became

A memory of how Earth once was

Now so cold and bleak

Winter grew by small degrees

Confined by its b & w print

124

Oxygenated hues

Are the rainbows of my welts

And absences denounced

Will forever transmutate

The meaning of crooked thought

123

Were it gravity

That marked me out to my death

Or the atoms beneath

Ubiquitous in their refrain

Cunning forbearers of pain?

122

On this brief earth

Where the weeping willows pine

I struggle to see blue

Skies above the endless melt

But what beauty comes of rain

121

Boundless beauty rolls

Over your coveted hills

Yet you locked beauty

Into your golden spires

And lost the sun to burning fields

120

To your airs we rise

And from bottomless servitue

In your debt we fall

Tumbling from grace and fortune

To the earth we know so well

119

You turned your red heart

Into quiet flakes of winter

Then opened the gate

Thinking I would want to live

In the barren field of you

118

Hunting for sparrows

To knock kindness from its perch

For a murder of crows

Only wears its feathers dark

& you lost kindness years ago

117

Truth is like ashes

With no illusions left to burn

Or monuments to drown

For all waters become still

In the rigidity of truth

116

Unbegun and aflame

Some words jump out of the sea

As if they are fish

Tumbling out of our dreams

Without any gills to breathe

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