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Tanka: Old Father Thames

Posted on 15 Days Ago by Leofwine Tanner

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Poor Old Father Thames
The mudlarks uncovered him
on the cold foreshore
He has turned into old pipes
and porcelain bric-a-brac

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Tanka: Impermanence

Posted on 25 Days Ago by Leofwine Tanner

black and white photo of people standing by the door

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It is a slow fade
from bright lights and total care
to an uncaring dotage
We ride this uncertain wave
into the darkest twilight

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Tanka: Maps

Posted on October 31 by Leofwine Tanner

Photo by Filippo Peisino on Pexels.com

He pores over maps
joys in relief lines and lakes
the old village names
So much history compressed
Hidden gems to discover

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Tanka: Candle

Posted on October 27 by Leofwine Tanner

Photo by Rahul on Pexels.com

Candles flickering
betray the lonely spirit,
the room’s sudden chill.
How long the living will wait
to have their questions answered

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Tanka: Where is solace?

Posted on October 27 by Leofwine Tanner

Photo by slon_dot_pics on Pexels.com

This crazy island
in this ridiculous world
Where is solace?
Somewhere the news cannot reach
and opinions have no sway

Tanka: The New Noah

Posted on October 26 by Leofwine Tanner

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I’m building the ark
a bastion in my mind
that no one could breach,
my pure thought – the sent out dove –
in search of restoration

Tanka: Mindless Walk

Posted on October 26 by Leofwine Tanner

Photo by Umberto Shaw on Pexels.com

Mercury Ascends

Art, Words, Astrology

Tanka: Old Father Thames

Poor Old Father Thames
The mudlarks uncovered him
on the cold foreshore
He has turned into old pipes
and porcelain bric-a-brac

Tanka: Impermanence

Tanka: Maps

He pores over maps
joys in relief lines and lakes
the old village names
So much history compressed
Hidden gems to discover

Tanka: Candle

Candles flickering
betray the lonely spirit,
the room’s sudden chill.
How long the living will wait
to have their questions answered

Tanka: Where is solace?

This crazy island
in this ridiculous world
Where is solace?
Somewhere the news cannot reach
and opinions have no sway

Tanka: The New Noah

I’m building the ark
a bastion in my mind
that no one could breach,
my pure thought – the sent out dove –
in search of restoration

Tanka: Mindless Walk

Out in the dank day
no one wants to speak to you.
Walk on forever.
A lonely metropolis
the snare of unwary souls

Poor Old Father Thames The mudlarks uncovered him on the cold foreshore He has turned into old pipes and porcelain bric-a-brac

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He pores over maps joys in relief lines and lakes the old village names So much history compressed Hidden gems to discover

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Candles flickering betray the lonely spirit, the room’s sudden chill. How long the living will wait to have their questions answered

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This crazy island in this ridiculous world Where is solace? Somewhere the news cannot reach and opinions have no sway

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I’m building the ark a bastion in my mind that no one could breach, my pure thought – the sent out dove – in search of restoration

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Out in the dank day no one wants to speak to you. Walk on forever. A lonely metropolis the snare of unwary souls

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Poor Old Father Thames
The mudlarks uncovered him
on the cold foreshore
He has turned into old pipes
and porcelain bric-a-brac

He pores over maps
joys in relief lines and lakes
the old village names
So much history compressed
Hidden gems to discover

Candles flickering
betray the lonely spirit,
the room’s sudden chill.
How long the living will wait
to have their questions answered

This crazy island
in this ridiculous world
Where is solace?
Somewhere the news cannot reach
and opinions have no sway

I’m building the ark
a bastion in my mind
that no one could breach,
my pure thought – the sent out dove –
in search of restoration

Out in the dank day
no one wants to speak to you.
Walk on forever.
A lonely metropolis
the snare of unwary souls