... and occasional Tanka. Started after a competition on the unbound.co.uk blog (see#1 and #2).
The sky is unreal.
Oftentimes it seems to me
An oil painting.
It annoys me that
He pursued her so strongly;
Then let it all fade.
I’m hearing voices
Through the phone, door, vents, my bag?
It’s weirding me out.
Shiny red hero,
Stands tall against tyranny -
Thermos Almighty.
A mind clogged up with
Mem’ries of past infractions.
Behind the smile.
Sona and Rupa
Inside the sandalwood tree,
Awaiting your prayers.
It goes in my cheek,
The meaning I cannot reach.
A dream that was bleak.
