In go the children
sit bright-eyed at teacher’s feet
their pages still blank.
Let’s school these enquiring minds
into dull obedience.
lessons learned
Tag: tanka
dig deep
my fingers bleed red
deeper and deeper I dig
for precious gold; yet
none appears. soon darkness veils
my eyes, stealing every word
alchemy
listen:
celebrate the blooms
turning pure faces skyward
such dazzling beauty
has roots sunk deep in darkness
decay transformed into life