Stacey Dye, US

 

 

A Tanka Series   atmospheric changes   dawn peeks over the horizon nudged by the sun… she blossoms into day dark clouds in the distance signal a troubled sky— I seek shelter fog swirls about the roadway giving rise to images that dart in and out of my memory     A Tanka Series   from the ocean to the sky   waves form frothy ribbons on the shore I touch them… they vanish like the memories of those that adorned my hair clouds molded by invisible hands— float against cerulean skies, divinely sculpted the ocean crashes on its beaches belching remnants… I yearn for buried treasure     Sijo   The wind whips careless fingers through my tousled hair. It becomes a caress so tender I begin to think it must be you. I turn quickly, only to see a zephyr pirouette into the woods.     Tanka   many miles stretch between us we are illuminated by the same pearl moon can you see it...     harvest moon glistens through pines highlights forest floor— moss curtains drape from above I shadow tattooed earth     my heart broken into shards over you... using glue and blue slivers I try to make it whole again     candle glow dances about my room flames frolic on walls, curtains— spirits at play     tumbleweeds ramble freely— desert highway cactus stop signs no speed limits wind driven