Tanka by Kayla

 Hot summer night

loud traffic noise

yet a strange silence

walking this trail 

into the woods

Tanka by Kayla

 Up during the night

looking out the window

I see Venus

with the cresent moon

rising above the trees

Tanka by Kayla

On my journey

I walk this winding path

hoping to see him

I shout out !

Emery , I love you

Gender dysphoria A Tanka poem by Kayla

not recognizing

in the mirror

this face of a man

she tries to wipe away

his image

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desperately rubbing

at the surface of the mirror

she searches

for the  face

of the women inside

Tanka explained

A tanka poem is a short Japanese poem having only 5 lines.
the following poems ( each having only five lines) are all separate poems.

Tanka poems by Kayla

Spring

a lonely crocus

deep in the woods

I walk this winding path

hoping to see you

above the field

a hawk circles

in her silence

suddenly I am aware

of being alone

early morning

a white skunk

climbing up the creek bank

I follow her

into the farm field

noisy crows

filling up the trees

in the cemetery

the grave stones are quiet

the  balloons are white 

one  grain of sand 

on a vast beach

only a speck

in the universe

this world of ours

white cat

out of the darkness

into the darkness

the moon rises

above the trees

farm field

a cat watches

across our difference

I make my way

toward her

spring robin

nesting in the evergreens

coming home

I also look forward

to have a family

spring

sparrow on sparrow

in the side yard

memories of our honeymoon

and all the love

quiet house

above our roof

the sound of geese

fades into the distance

a part of me follows

mausoleum

through the peep hole

I look into the past

and at the same moment

into the future

night walk

met an old women

sitting on a bench

we talked about health

and about Russia

years fade away

to become the present

and moments ahead the future

becomes the present

then again the past

Tanka poems by Kayla

Like the invisible girl

no one can see except

by the shadow of moonlight

on this walkway

i can see Kayla



i walk the path everyday

through the grassy field

always hoping to see you

and at night

hoping to see a shooting star



the crippled little girl

moves across the floor

our eyes meet

i want to hug her

i want to heal her



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pencils and paint

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she's 3000 years old

and i am fascinated

seeing her eyelashes

how beautiful

how delicate