bravely white on white…..Tanka

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parchment paper birch

standing bravely white on white,

deep in snow… on snow.

its textured history bared

like ours… in subtle details.

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slow nuanced layers,

peeled away in time… with trust…

from pretense and fear.
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patiently waiting…alone,

hoping our Truth will be found.
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pencil, watercolor pencil, acrylic paint,
paint markers, approx. 8″x8″ on vellum paper
sourced from various Google pics and my imagination.
click image to enlarge

cradle

how

did you

with so few words

and that infinite glance,

detour the world’s cruelties

never speak of forgiven mistakes

allay every fear and each lingering doubt

absorb life’s injustice in your enormous heart?

and the electricity of fingertips awakened my senses

yet i never thought once i deserved to be loved.

and now curling safely in it’s cradle embrace

how, is a question i hope has an answer.

but

how is

that question

i’ll continue to ask……

thCAFM6OAP

Written April 2013
submitted to 20 Lines a Day
prose and poetry challenge for April