Debra Squyres Poet Tanka

Weighing Reflections

Weighing Reflections

while listening
to the early birds singing
my mind, longing
for the break of day
ending nights contemplations

thoughts cluster still
on the edge of darkness
as concerns mound
tripping the days awakening
with apprehension

sipping coffee
as the sun peeps its head
realities, hanging
on the rim of reflection
bartering questions queued

early birds
catching their worms?
trivial nonsense
against life’s ledger
marked in black on white

a bed of petals
scattered in a briar patch
may smell sweet---
thorns hidden from view
wearing rose hued shades


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Robert Johnson April 3, 2013 at 2:09 PM Beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder. You beholded real good here. :) Do I sound like a hick? :)

Donna Jones April 3, 2013 at 1:14 PM Very nice Debra... Donna

Poet Tacito April 3, 2013 at 10:31 AM I like what you did with the ending. There's always to be said when things are "rose hued". Very nicely done! :)

Anne-Lise Andresen April 3, 2013 at 9:48 AM - Debra, it's so beautiful to listen to the birds' morning song - Beautiful poem! - Enjoy the spring sun. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

Russell Sivey April 3, 2013 at 7:52 AM This is a beautiful and wonderful write my friend! I really enjoyed reading this fantastic poem this morning! What a harmonious piece, Great Work!!