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       CONTENTS          

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Dedication

         Prose Poems     
       (Ripples of the Mind)   
My Pen, My Refuge
Fragments
Haiku 1
Haiku 2
Haiku 3
Haiku 4
Tanka 1
Tanka 2
Tanka 3
Night Tanka
Cinquains
Elegy Unwritten
Amiga Rica
Peñalea
Come Out from Among Them
Reaching for Your Peak
Into His Hands
ReGenesis
Secret Garden
No Bells Ringing
Endangered

             Poetry         
    (Sounds of the Soul)

Egocentral
Rosalinda
Metamorphosis
Hallowed Hole
Reflections
Cocooned

Letting Go
Prescription ...
To Papa Osmubal

Nostalgia
Purgation
Damnation

Soliloquy

            Essay            
Thoughts and Impressions

Giving Back the Lost Smile

 

MELLOWING LEAVES     
              Poetry & Essay                      

         TANKA 2         

Over time, the majority of tanka poets set aside the 5-7-5-7-7 requirement and explored a more resilient free-verse approach. A similar pattern occurred, though somewhat earlier, in the development of English-language haiku. Today, the 5-7-5-7-7 formal structure still appears, but far less often; the free-verse, five-line form dominates: short/long/short/long/long lines.  (excerpt from Simply Haiku)



twinkling
in the black-sea sky
sparkling
in its immaculate canvas
your forgiveness





everytime
your green-eyed passion
punctures
my inflated balloon 
my pen bleeds a tanka





her sealed lips
reading between the lines
my letter
written in blank paper
drenches a dried tear

 
            
                                    

towering
blade of grass
breaching
the mower's blade
of the manicured lawn
 




upon the pond
your hand creates
ripples on my face ...
take care of me please
my name is narcissus





is there
a need to seal the door
after
he stole your pigeon
from its hole?





fly me
fast growing wings
to higher
interludes of time & space:
the flesh is made Word




soaring ...
to end the squabble
my predator
the almighty eagle
drops the meat morsel


 


bamboo pole
beneath decaying leaves
drawing moisture
from long buried summers
I see a shoot sprouting

 



morning has broken
in the family garden -
my grandson
wearing his first slippers
the left on the right, vice-versa

 

 

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