Friday, April 6, 2012

Tanka poems by Kayla

walt whitman's tomb

seeing leaves of grass

still growing there

i imagine hearing him say

what i assume you shall assume



mausoleum

seeing only darkness

through the peephole

i look into the past

and into the future



a little girl

plays with her doll

on the side porch

memories of my sister

holding emily susan



accidently

smearing a gnat across my page

i examine the stain

that a moment ago

was full of life



how would i know

that it would end like this

the harvest moon rising high

above the poplars

and me thinking of you



am i to end in dust

then set me free in the sky

swirlling in the sun's light

a rainbow colored kite

dancing in the wind



flying my fighter kite

tiny violets share the spot

where i am standing

on the surface of the earth

revoling around a star

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