untitled #2



while the sorry processional

of flickering drifters strides onstage,

stutters mid-stage, then stumbles off

we live together and love

in the unruffled granite bedded

crystal clear ice-blue rock pool

of my thought world


ah but you walked the nave

hand in hand with another

glinting smiles right and left

and my sorrowful sighs

are drowning in the flustering  

of tumbled confetti

littering the gravel pathway.



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Sat 25th May 2019 10:11

Thanks, Stu, I've got me new book in the printer awaiting initial draft for proof reading etc - it occurs to me that some of my tanka, being only 5 lines deep will leave a vast acreage of blank paper on the page so I'm writing short mood pieces (titled 'untitled') not merely as fillers but to fill the voids ?

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Stu Buck

Fri 24th May 2019 20:05

great stuff

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