read my letter as
you would pare ripe fruit - juiced
liquid clinging thick
words settle on your tongue - soft
as snowflake, tanged with sugar
~0~0~
moon song - velvety
against swaying maple trees
your face is candle
flicking deep night stars - amber
against slope of my chest - pinked
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Tanka, hosted by Kanzensakura.
Thanks for the visit.
You are the snappy rhythm
my fingers catch, dally & dance
On black & pale ivory keys
Even with no sheets to follow
You are the sun-lit river tides
my rib bones pulse & thrum
You are the flickering rain
on wood & fresh pines my feet sway to
Under verdant sky & billowing clouds
Stringing of noisy grey geese returning
to spring season of maple trees
Open the front door & hear- lilt, verve, cadence-
Never lost, it waits to be found-
This music, & you
The above poem is an edited poem. Below is the original poem.
You are the rhythm
my fingers catch & play
On black & white keys
Even with no sheets to follow
You are the river tides
my rib bones pulse & thrum
Under verdant sky
Stringing of noisy geese returning
to spring season of maple trees
Open the door & hear the call
Your music was never lost
It was just waiting to be found
Posted for D'verse Poets pub - Hosted by Victoria C. Slotto. We are asked to edit an old poem and kick it up with sensory details.
