5.18 tanka on tuesday

I watch the sunset
in the puddle before me
reflecting clearly
scarlet and gold vividly
stretched across the horizon

Haiku 4.23.21

temperature dropping
three pine trees silhouetted
against the pale sky

Haiku 4.20

one last scarlet streak
tangent to the horizon
intersects the grey

Tanka 7.4

on horizon’s edge
night trails her fingertip
painting it scarlet
lowering the windowshade
as she kisses earth goodnight

Haiku 5.30

wood smoke and lilac

waft across the fresh cut lawn

slowly the night falls

Is a sunset the light escaping?

The sun dipped

below the horizon’s edge

at 8:51 pm

without a trace;

no red left to quietly fade

against the grey night sky.


I was waiting for the sunset,

bravely wrapped against mosquitoes

protected against the cold.


Without the warning

of a painted sky,

I missed the fading of the sun

into the night,

later realizing

that having no expectations

didn’t lessen the black hole

remaining once you were gone.


evening’s scarlet eye
captivates my thoughts – pulls them
always beyond the horizon

you beckon me –
red-light, come-hither,
come-back to bed

gibbous moon
inviting exploration
of the darkened edge

faint moonlit sheen
on your hip’s rounded curve –
cleft hidden in shadows

midnight cirrus wisps
scuttle across the sky’s expanse
suddenly visible, then gone

I taste your soft sighs
escaping – like us, a singularity
vaporizing into the night

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singularity – see literary studies:
“an item or event triggered by an item that results in divergent narratives,
in which the singularity alters the new timeline
away from a prior “default” state”.