*Bar Stool Love
All I can see here,
In the clouds of withered smoke,
Is your eyes, gray, green
Soft piano melodies float across
A room, divided, by love.
LIBBY
Swinging back and forth,
The wind ripples through your hair.
But, flowers are Stooopid
And die in the cold winter.
So, pick a better image. Libby.
Lonely Mountain
Wasted on a poem,
The mountain crumbles with shame.
Please, remember it.
Burial.
I saw your likeness,
it will bind us, forever.
I lead, you follow.
*Not actually a Tonka, but written in the same style.
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I like your haiku and tAnka poems!
ReplyDeleteI am in love with Bar Stool Love! I get this fantastic mental image when I read it...I especially like "your eyes, gray, green"
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