Journey: Tanka Sequence
remembered lines
of poetry from youth
just pretty poems
the adjectives and adverbs
hypnotizing my heart
the poetic spell
almost consuming my life
from houseman to frost
and back to shakespeare
and dying inside for truth
so simple and silent
devoid of actual words
so memorable
useless dreams of prized stuff
carried away by wind and stars
Soon I was looking
at real stars and mountain crests
without prettys rosy fins
looking really looking
without judgement try to be
Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015
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