one day at a time
for the rest of your time
trying to be at one's best
'because the alternative sucks'
in fate's hand
it's not in your control
what turns the wheel, guides the die
'life, the moment your eyes open'
it is what it is
for as long as we're here
It's not as long as we're gone
'it is the great equalizer'
in body or soul
and oftentimes in both
you bear the unbearable
'it's what lets you know you're alive'
the ultimate trust
is the substance of hope
evidence of things not seen
'all that I have left in me now'
It’s Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub and a join in with a Clarity Pyramid poetry form for National Poetry Writing Month.
I hear the clock ticking in the dark It echoes my heart as I lay alone With you in my head Wanting you by my side Wishing you were my own
The moon holds all my secrets How I long to be in your heart With words of love I’ve only said Within my dreams there are many things I want you to be a part
In the silver night
I did not think I could fall in love Thought it a bother to have such It seemed that Fate had other plans To have you so close and yet so far It is all just too much
Sometimes I think you could never care For the type of man I am it’s true Sometimes I think that you know That I’d give you everything And I hate myself for loving you
In the silver night…
And I’ll convince myself that I can manage That caring is not an advantage But now I know it’s a lie!
Loving you is a pauper’s face against the window Wanting on that which I beseech It’s a distance of galaxies when we’re feet apart In my mind I know how’d your lips feel Even though you are far out of my reach
It’s the eggshell syllables of your name I whisper to your specter in Luna’s light For once again I face the stars on my own All alone
There should be no sound, so you can hear me
Yet I hear your voice scream out, in the silence of your love
Its timbre pains me, its timbre thrills you
When your yesterdays haunt you, in the restlessness of night
Would you accept me as balm? Let me be tomorrow’s peace
TANKA / SUPER TANKA
The Tanka is an ancient form of Japanese poetry. Tanka are 31-syllable poems that have been the most popular form of poetry in Japan for at least 1300 years. In Japan, the Tanka is usually written as a straight line of characters, but in English and other Western languages, it is usually divided into five lines, with a syllable count of 5-7-5-7-7.
The key to the Super Tanka form is that it is two Tanka written side-by-side. Each can be read independently, but must work together as a whole.