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Tanka #3

freshly baked cookies
exit a rusted oven
while knitting mittens
tangled threaded opticals
chant tales like a time machine.

~Poem 15
Grandparents are a blessing
(Picture credits: Unknown; Source: Google images)
Posted in Poetry, Tanka

Tanka #2

on Saturn’s fourth ring
she casts a paradigm shift
erasing errors
with one leg atop the left
as stardust slips through her fists.

~Poem 14
Perched on Saturn’s rings
(Picture credits: Unknown; Source: Google images)
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Tanka #1

ageing with outrage
for warmth to be outdated
a three chambered heart
harshly dipped in cold lava
red is blood and love no more.

~Poem 13
Could red be only blood?
(Picture credits: Leslie Ann O’Dell)