The Robin Bird
Wimpling wings
in the twinkling lights and
eyes to weep
in the downing dawn's blue ink
of the springing spring,
while swirling from nature's swing
to sway, to rock
the night's ring,
and to reach out to free birds
without falling,
it leaves the leafy tree forthwith
right in the light to fight
the last winter's wind.
Ekphrastic Tanka
She is bitter dust.
Her eyes fit for the blessed trust~
a light for shadows.
Love freed her from fear and lust;
walks through the grassy meadows.
The Stone
In her descent from a mountain peak,
a stone embarks on a quest for a more
profound understanding of existence;
she becomes a green river rock that
absorbs the history encapsulated within
fossils. This stone possesses emotions.
This stone feels the weight of time's tears;
the gentle caress of grass. Sparkling joyfully
in the sunlight, she carries a sadness in the
mountain's shadow, a sense of longing under
the moonlight, and a dreamy essence at night,
especially when the river's waves cradle her.
She may crack like the stones before her,
remain a symbol of sacrifice, or rise to become
the pinnacle of a pyramid. Yet, at times, she might
embody the essence of a philosopher's stone.
No matter her form, she remains unyielding and
steadfast, for a stone will forever be a fragment of
the mountain from which she was separated.
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