Unfree Poet

In my solitude I live,
The mortal wound which the knife
Of dame poetry did give
Bleeds a sea around my isle.

‘Who would venture into me?’
In starry nights and lone dawns
My waves in rattling chains sing
The clutch of infinity.

What am I? An adventure
Though a prisoner I be,
And the dungeon holding me
Burns aquiver with dawn-light.

Unfree thoroughly, and yet,
You tears, you fire, I do bless,
And pray the ache in my chest
Spread you wider poetry.

Tanka # 88 – Haiku # 430

Shaking bones…
poems in the moonlight
catching fire

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Dust and shadows…
a butterfly fading
in the waves of the moon

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In the heart of the night
who comes to find me?
With a deathly kiss
the light of the moon.

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Ladder of silk strings
in the deathly hollow…
light of the moon

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Biting the apple
of my heart…
light of the winter moon

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Fervent on her breast
I write my blood…
the breast of the moon

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Stab my heart
to a beating throb
samurai moon

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In my hot cup of tea
steeping
the leaves of the moon

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Who comes? Who goes?
gazing at the world
with the eye of the moon

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A passing world
busy with nothing…
thin curve of the moon

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Moon of silence
moon of shadows
and a poppy heart
drinking
the sad smile of your light

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Impotent men
always parading
their fucking escapades

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Pinned by the penis
with which they fuck…
impotent at heart