a diamond, cold, hard,
her smile doesn't reach her eyes
except for the boy-
wild, rambunctious, curly-haired
sweetly naughty, full of life
for him, sunshine, warmth
endless fun, boundless joy, love,
unconditional
hope where once there was despair
dreams of a bright tomorrow
She came to me then,
brown skin under warm heaven.
"Not much longer now,"
She whispered. Eyes a deeper
brown. "Soon, we will be free. Yes."
We ran in moonlight.
There are only stars to see
us. Limbs pushing north.
Once there, we will never sleep
with whips cracking in nightmares
Underneath cold sun
Grackles call, trill, together.
Hidden, here's human
Unbelonging to birdcalls
Stands alone, listening, chilled.
Splashing mallards hide
Under wings, unbothered by
Eyes, searching for yet
More music, metaphorical
Warmth no sun provides, birds do.
Those young leaves unfurl,
Shaking off the melting snows,
Lost in morning mists.
Though they may not see ahead,
They surge and, in sunlight, grow.
I am that white snow.
Shaken off, and left melting.
My wetted eyes watch.
And the young leaves do not see,
That there are two mists for me.
Emotional scars
that remain hidden from view
and don’t fade away,
can serve as a reminder
of battles both won and lost.
Which is the reason
you should celebrate these wounds
unabashedly.
They prove beyond any doubt
that you can endure all things.
Once upon a time.
There was a time i once knew.
Now I don't know Jack.
I think that was his real name.
He lived his days in a box.
Cardboard,and judged.
Handle with care.Feeble soul.
Once it held a bed.
Thermal packing.His quilt box.
So conveniently swindled.
Seems impossible
to persuade you to see me
when I don’t, either,
and you exude confidence
and style that I sorely lack
But then your book dropped,
and while some fawned over you
I was there to retrieve it,
return the volume, and feel
the warmth of your gaze on mine
My passion for you,
Insurmountable high tides,
You're my sun and moon,
My mornings and afternoons,
Can't spell lonesome without me
Your eyes like emeralds,
Touch so exhilarating,
Stronger than Iron,
Resilience I've never seen,
How am I worthy of you?
Systolic pumping
Explodes each carefree moment
To distribute life
With a beat here and one there
To my parts everywhere
.
I am flush with life
One stroke at a time, in time
Until the final
Feeds my brain its farewell
And resignation as well
It's admirable
to see all these blades of grass
as just blades of grass
and not army battalions
armoring for their homeland
It's honorable
to hear all these words of thought
as just words of thought
and not riot battle-cries
rioting in the conscious
03.31.2025
Double Tanka challenge @Mariah
