unsung

Does the seed-head fret

as her offspring take the breeze?

In freedom spores float

to sink their roots where they will,

raising  faces to the sun.

__

Brian Zimmer, Kirigirisu   *

__

a breeze plucks petals

from the garland in my hair…

these unsung echoes

are words yet in the inkstone

drying on a swallow’s wing

__

Claire

gratitude for the ‘unsung’ who have helped to shape my words. And thanks to Brian, a wonderful poet and dear friend.

*Brian has since written two tanka to follow the one shared here. You can read his tanka set, “Everything Old is New Again” here

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. kirigirisu/Brian
    Jan 22, 2012 @ 15:38:07

    I am honoured, my friend. Thank you.

    Reply

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