Once Violet's uncorked
It flows across the heavens,
Through Night dissipates
Into Black, on which the stars
Pose a few remembered shapes.
Category: Tanka
Geist of Sunset
Even an errand
Is a worthy occasion
To catch the moment
When the Geist of Sunset shifts
Pink, Purple, Gold toward Night.
Our Best Friends
Percy and Franklin,
I still think about you two.
May we meet again.
Talk to me Norman.
Any whisper you breathe
Makes my soul lighter.
Oh my darling George,
I'll never forget seeing
You in the preserve
Next door, (far from home to me.)
You came back with love's ascent.
Steve, what a blessing
To see you running to me
With warmest welcome.
Little striped ducky,
What is your name I wonder,
Our friend Zebra's child.
Zebra moved along
With a few of her ducklings;
We'll always love her.
Wonderful Helmet,
You most amazing mother,
Your little white head
Reminds me of the Mama's
Before who mothered our friends.
Edgar's soft whirring,
A duckling nipping the air:
Little things they do
That remind me of Granite.
How he loved his blueberries.
In our world gone mad
In our world gone mad,
We have the thief in the night
Out in broad daylight
While we buy and sell, stealing
Away from calm and from sense.
There once was a man
From an island, it doesn't
Matter which. This tongue
Is the sole silhouette Time
Bequeathed to him for his trip.
The name of the place
From twenty-five years ago;
A memory's lane;
Psychoactivity's seeds
Referenced throughout childhood, why?
Edgar’s Purr
Pretty boy Edgar, Newly crowned with white feathers, Thank you precious friend. It's been some time since I've heard The distinct muscovy purr.
Who is it
Who is it sneaks up On me with a silent kiss? Whispering, a wind Sashaying near like a cat Tracking the prey of its game.
Loyalty’s Flap
Gentle Loyalty
Is such a sweetie. He paused
During his wing flap
When I leaned, so I opened
My arms. We flapped together.
Backyard Corner
The western corner
Of the yard is quite special;
On the orange tree,
Look what the sunset reveals:
A golden web and spinner.
Sulphur Butterfly
The trees are shedding,
Their yellow tri-facial leaves
Pirouetting down;
How is that one going up?
The sulphur-winged butterfly.
Fulfillment
If I've learned one thing
About finding fulfillment,
And I'm far from it,
I'm certain it's a homestead
With land for muscovy ducks.
A place for my poems 