Tanka
Remember the flower -
now withered away
rotted to nothing.
Where did all feeling flee to
How can the world just not stop? 423
No interest
in tomorrows forecast -
afternoon midges.
The great river flows on
and you cannot deny it 429
Seeing a picture I like
I make up a story
Climbing the path
to Mt Tanaka
men and poet fish
All poetry (c) Steven Clarkson 2012-2014
Remember the flower -
now withered away
rotted to nothing.
Where did all feeling flee to
How can the world just not stop? 423
No interest
in tomorrows forecast -
afternoon midges.
The great river flows on
and you cannot deny it 429
Seeing a picture I like
I make up a story
Climbing the path
to Mt Tanaka
men and poet fish
All poetry (c) Steven Clarkson 2012-2014