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raphæl Aug 2018
they don't know, nor care
they laugh over her battle
of despair and rage
of how she crawled to get to
that desk they see as her cage
If only we could eradicate bullying, even if it means we eradicate our very own race.
Delphinium Aug 2018
their easy laughter
the glimmering of their mind
like sun through stained glass
I wonder if I see them
or if through them, I see you
Part of Correspondence, a tanka collection.
Delphinium Aug 2018
birds startled awing
dashed across the glowing skies
like scattered inkblots
these things that I cannot word
I crumble another page
Part of Correspondence, a tanka collection.
Delphinium Aug 2018
VI.
today we both found
the cat beneath the dumpster
how familiar
to see their extended hand
met with impervious eyes
Part of Correspondence, a tanka collection.
Delphinium Aug 2018
V.
a rustle of sheets
a foot comes loose to dangle
in the humid air
despite the sweat and silence
a dream proceeds, unconcerned
Part of Correspondence, a tanka collection.
Delphinium Aug 2018
IV.
a whisper of snow
upon the last breath of spring
unheard by summer
I watched the frost turn to dew
and thought of your thin smile
Part of Correspondence, a tanka collection.
Delphinium Aug 2018
in this other world
beyond wall and waking dream
the sun flickers out;
amidst the stars' perfect light
the moon rises in darkness

thoughts scatter like leaves
like words, strewn far and drying
now that you are gone
autumn settles in at last
and the world's feet are heavy

yet the stars still shine.
by their light I bring those leaves
together again—
as you wrote because of me
so I write because of you.
Part of Correspondence, a tanka collection.
Seema Aug 2018
Rock my ruin pillars
As they might flutter to fly,
To your barren heart.
Aching with the aging pain
I am broken, from the start


©sim
Tanka
Syllables count 5-7-5-7-7
raphæl Jul 2018
a wan moonlight wades
the pond of the cold tiled floor
beaming existence
I could look up yet choose a
reflection of its presence
raphæl Jul 2018
a sudden loud honk
of a car shook my senses
as I crossed the street
that's how it felt waking up
to the fact that something's gone
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