we come in pieces
of dark and light
armoured
by diminished gods
piercing
through explosive clouds
clawing through the promised land
to hallowed
hollowed places
our sum amounts
to much less
than our broken parts
absent still
the human heart
Short days, snowflakes fall,
Camellia's bloom, a fleeting grace,
Hunters seek their prey,
Sparrows gather 'round the bonfire's glow,
Mountain's peak, a beacon bright.
A weekly tanka whilsts I wait for timezones to catch up!
this citrus thing
that brightens up my breakfast table
its pockmarked skin so easily detached
like old indulgent sin
has changed - what was sweet
becomes pungent bile
since there upon the product label
this fruit was plucked from stolen lands
its flesh a sacrament of children
we see them fall on distant shores
i cannot swallow
any more