from another world


in the hills at dawn

the feel of earth with spring

in its fuse…

what it is to lie

with my head on your chest




they say, when dying

our hearing is the last

sense to fade…

love, speak my name and I’ll fall

like frost through yellow leaves




from another world

a hint of patchouli…

you’re back

from your dawn meditation

warming your hands in my dream


GUSTS Contemporary Tanka , number 15, spring/summer 2012






2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Kathy Uyen Nguyen (@alotus_poetry)
    May 10, 2012 @ 19:37:30

    Gorgeous as always, Claire! Hard to always choose which one I like best. 🙂


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