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 Jan 2020 Malia
Unpolished Ink
Yearning

When soul fire

Longs to be free

Heart and Bone

Ache

But the words don't come

And beauty is stilled

A dry garden

Dust in the wind

A living thing

empty

With the promise

Of rain

Tomorrow
writer
 Jan 2020 Malia
Laiba
Guess what
 Jan 2020 Malia
Laiba
Guess what
I am so used to my nightmares
Everytime I wake up from one
I laugh at myself and go back to sleep
Only to return to the evil place
Back in my head
But it's okay
I am used to it now
I don't even unferstanf myself
 Jan 2020 Malia
Shyamu
I expected
I am expecting
I will expect


Ultimately I know the result
PAIN
 Jan 2020 Malia
Colm
Evident, conscious
Are your curls aware of me?
As I am captured
By a gentle turning lock
A wave in the subtle trees
Some writes are truly as simplistic as this. The girl in front of me had curly hair. The kind that greets you with a turn of the head and shimmers like leaves in the earthy autumn.

Very pretty.

Sunday Seven (or S7) is a series of tanka verses (57577) which I completed one cloudy Sunday afternoon. With topics ranging from the faithfulness of dawn to the depths if the ocean home, I hope you enjoy reading them and can appreciate the height and depth of this variety.
 Jan 2020 Malia
Colm
Don't wake me darling
I have no worry once here
Where rushing life finds
Every flowing finger free
And contented rivers be
"Don't wake me from this dream, please"

I wanted this seventh verse to be a personal one. And it is, a visual representation of how I perceive being at peace with your own mind. With learning how to let thoughts pass you by, without care or concern. Be in the river, up to your waist,  and be free of thought or fear complete.

Sunday Seven (or S7) is a series of tanka verses (57577) which I completed one cloudy Sunday afternoon. With topics ranging from the faithfulness of dawn to the depths if the ocean home, I hope you enjoy reading them and can appreciate the height and depth of this variety.
Cuz
Because I was grand, you denied me.
Because I was bright, you dimmed me.
Because I was kind, you killed me.
Because I was love, you lost me.

Forever
 Dec 2019 Malia
Traveler
My dear followers
I seek what you seek
Come share my shadow world
And love me at my least
I will sing a sad, sad songs
In the key of sore heart break
I'll be sure to keep my rhyme
And riddles copiously vague
.....................................
Traveler
 Dec 2019 Malia
emru
failure
 Dec 2019 Malia
emru
failure or not
at least my grandchildren
will remember me
remember that i
tried
 Dec 2019 Malia
Victor D López
Heads no longer turn,
Every time you walk on by,
But you still turn mine.
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