(A collection of Tanka: 5-7-5-7-7)
Looking for trouble
Instead trouble has found you
For that is the fate
Of the foolish conjurer
Calling upon the wicked
Why call attention?
To bizarre lights in the night?
They take you aboard
Probing your mind and body
Visits from a world afar
Hearing the rainfall
As candles burn through the night
A storm in the mind
Winds howling in the darkness
While we sleep in joyful peace
An urge for knowledge
Driven eternal passion
With joyful seeking
I’m filled with great excitement
No end in sight, just desire
Oh how the sky falls
Dark clouds make the day seem night
The cold numbs my skin
Yet still I see wonderful
Fantastic Winter and rain
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My favorite line from this one: no end in sight, just desire….lovin it…the rain is so wicked and yet nourishes our soul….nice poem HA