Warm fuels green fusion
specks, contrails, windows, insects.
Swim in joy, dig deep.
Blades bend, arc in smooth caress.
Soon we will dance with bunnies.
Warm fuels green fusion
specks, contrails, windows, insects.
Swim in joy, dig deep.
Blades bend, arc in smooth caress.
Soon we will dance with bunnies.
Idealism, Poems, Poetry, Spirituality, Spring, Tanka
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#1 by Evelyn on April 6, 2011 - 10:34 am
yes please!
bunnies are excellent dance partners…
love this.
you are really good with the tanka…mastering yet another thing.
nerd. 🙂
perfect title…love the first line.
#2 by Carl on April 6, 2011 - 9:29 pm
Thank you for your kind comment!
#3 by screen_scribbla on April 7, 2011 - 3:44 pm
Like Evelyn said.
“Warm fuels green fusion” is one of those lines I wish I’d written. Masterful.
#4 by Carl on April 7, 2011 - 10:06 pm
Those are very kind words. I appreciate it.