Then the Stillness***, tanka sequence Options

[saore]

Then the Stillness – tanka sequence


our bodies,
seagulls surrendering
to the wind
time brings us into bloom,
is it for miracles we live?


why do you hesitate
what do you see in my face
if not the pulse
of the earth, a bed
of golden saffron


a swarm of bees
awakens the stars
in this long night
homesickness
takes me by the throat


my mouth
closes behind a sigh. . .
I walk
through Shangri-la
in spring showers


moonflowers
surprise me,
shining in the night
to soften
their mournful cry


soft I go
to gather sun and wind,
my speech
the speed of darkness—
I am the tree that trembles


watching
you on the bed
I mine each moment
for the ore that holds
an antidote for endings


so fearfully pale,
a white rose bends to the breath
of the gale
and stands aimless
in the ruins of her honor

[Psyche]

Here I am again, Sergio, after a long absence.

I find your poem even more beautiful now that I've read it several times over.
It's a haunting melody, you could put music to these lovely lines. Have you ever done that with any of your poems?

No nits at all. Wouldn't dare move a single dot.

Maybe ask a question: the last two stanzas make me think that perhaps it's about somebody who has died?

Just me. We all read from different angles and/or moods.

Congratulations,
Sylvia