David Kavanagh Poet Tanka

Perchance In Dreams

no hocus pocus
                  reality feels bogus 
                dreams zap our focus
             abstract besets real locus 
           if for love then who woke us     
                            
                  chosen now woken 
                 open sesame spoken 
               deepest thought broken 
              wilderness needs a token
             perhaps heaven’s unbroken 
                            
                   cosmic hey presto
                  one very hot potato 
                slipped past dear plato 
              consciousness found ratio
             fulcrums master, builds nato

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By David Kavanagh 
Howmanysyllables  5/7/5/7/7 x 3
03/07/2022

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Kim Rodrigues March 8, 2022 at 8:31 AM Interesting write! Wasn’t quite sure what Unseen Seeker was wanting here. I love: slipped past dear Plato. David Kavanagh March 8, 2022 at 8:46 AM Thanks Kim To be honest I just went at it from the abstract, I haven’t got a clue if the Seeker or indeed many will get my intentions, I used the magic spells in real world terms, cheers David

Bill Baker March 7, 2022 at 3:14 PM Interesting Tanka, David. Great rhyming throughout. Bill David Kavanagh March 7, 2022 at 3:28 PM Heya Bill, this one probably makes more sense inside my head, than to most observers, but hey that’s the way most of us work, thank you for stopping by cheers David