Tanka Atatakai
Spring slides drip with dram
into a hot orange moonlight
my thoughts catch thermals
my thoughts catch thermals
like red tail hawks or fireflies
that ignite pinnacles heights
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the light of burning feathers
hot thoughts- slamslung high
into the hairless moon.
great use of color here.
I don’t need my readers for this one. I love the idea of thoughts catching thermals!
You are Viking with the Japanese quality of the landscape there, Coleman-san.
I meant vibing, not Viking. Although…. 😉
Lolololol
Oh, this poem is on fire! I love the fiery colors evoked in this piece.
Another fan of the colors in this piece. Nice one.
I too got an incredible visual from this, well done!
Great images!
So much music here! And I learned a new word. Nicely done!
Vivid inagery. Great sounds.