Open If you want me to be honest urge me to keep ego empty, understand the bumps of naked; give me time for trust ‘til ready. Airy flights with guileless commune, souls entwine in threadless eddy. New-old state of being vetted rise to know which things to jetty. Close Shun dysfunctioned ways of bias. Denouement…
Category: syndom
Tanka Tuesday 316 — New Form: Syndom — Wise and Foolish (2 poems)
image link Wise In garden dwells a human sage who gathers herbs for casts. A crone with shelves of spells in jars, her nimble shaman fingers mix. Voice intones sleepy spells of ancient seer. Skilled, she mixes with spoon of bones, Expertly waves her wand, and Poof! Savvy success! Arise a ghost! image link Foolish…
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