Briefly, he panted,
Seventy pounds of muscle
Soaking in the sun
One moment, tongue dangling,
The next…curled up in a ball
tanka
March
Clouds walking the sky
Blotting out a Spring day’s sun
Prolonging winter
Wanting to sit on the deck
Not willing to deal with cold
Finding
Crossing great divides
Pushing mental barriers
Transcending normal
To find uncommon pathways
Is to learn who we can be
Simple Pleasures
Quiet reflections
Purposeful restoration
For mind and body
Space to peacefully settle
No cubicle, an office
Seeing It All
With the end in sight
Beginnings start to fade in
Seeing both is key
It is vision’s clarity
Keeping everything fresh.
Jan 1, 2019
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A good cleaning helps
Mental clutter gums things up
Get rid of the noise
Purging matters for free thought
Bring a broom, sweep with gusto
5,000 Each Leg?
Lunging not the way
Sedentary, not good either
A choice to be made
To live static, stuck in place
Or dynamic and lunging
Strewn About Tanka
Shallow are trash cans
When dogs and meat are involved.
Who need a lesson,
The adults or the pit bull?
Messes follow convenience.
African Music Tanka
African music
Soulful shouts of life’s anguish
What is he singing?
No matter his wail is clear
Pain and emotions translate
