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Michael Williams 11 Cinquains & Tanka |
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Pistol Toy gun feeds boyish dreams of a later mayhem What future news headline does this presage? Dawn Clustered black clouds await, on the pale horizon, the rising sun’s pink, red, orange tinges. Dutch Ship Sails spread for Batavia, to barter gold for spice. The crew dreaming fantasies of landfall. Dark Night The dome of dark night sky, like a moth-holed blanket, lets through the twinkle of distant starlight. Pink Shell Pink shell, smooth to the touch… once buried in fine sand, brings the sound of distant surf to the ear. Hong Kong By tram, riding upstairs… privy to others’ lives unfolding within first-floor rooms at stops. Words For some writers, words are frustrating enemies; for others however they are good friends. Swan River Black swans, with white-tipped wings, take off from the river and circle back to a graceful splashdown. Sunset The sun plunges below the ocean horizon, haloing the grey-black streaked clouds with gold. Together We two, let’s take a walk, enjoying sights and sounds, sharing our love with each other alone. Love Has Gone Away Empty, the house stands mute, doors now locked, windows closed. Weeds and dead leaves say: “Love has gone away.” Tanka Cat on a Hot Stone Terrace On my paved terrace, two doves peck at fallen seeds: my cat waits his chance, lying, tail twitching, watching... the doves fly off as he springs. |
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| Michael Williams © Copyright 2001 - Cinquains from Poet-tree's 'cinquain' workshop Tanka from 'tanka' workshop by Susan Forde |
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