tanka – tales told different

To think I thought I knew you…

I subtitled this syllabic poetry greed because I post much less these days and I crave the syllabic poetry…

Shall I pen thoughts I cannot voice, Or shall I dream and let these nightmares haunt…

Roses for romance! Evelyn hated roses, but Mills loved them, prickly thorns and all.

Only we can truly know, the things that taint/feed our souls.

In a different space, At a different time, I could have loved you…

My dearest Halima, I write you on this cold September evening with unsavoury tidings. As I’ve delved into my research on…

Let the stars bear us witness, Let them spark the story of our romance And plot a constellation of…

Nature is random, diverse and divergent. But within its disarray…

Why do bad things happen to good people?

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