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A place to remember those fleeting moments

Tanka 11

February 25, 2019 Michelle RossLeave a comment

I ran from it all,
feelings that I thought were lost
you dredged them back up.
Into the twisted forest
they ventured on together

Tanka 10

February 25, 2019 Michelle RossLeave a comment

The sun reminds me
of you, nostalgia for me
fingers grasping me,
into the soft warm embrace
too close and she might get burnt.

Tanka 9

February 25, 2019February 26, 2019 Michelle RossLeave a comment

The night envelops,
face up into the cold rain
loneliness surrounds…
Has there ever been feeling
where this gaping hole lies.

Tanka 8

January 30, 2019 Michelle RossLeave a comment

You have to decide
now. That’s what they’re telling me
as I hear them there
setting up camp in my head
preparing for the long nights

Tanka 7

January 8, 2019January 9, 2019 Michelle RossLeave a comment

There are so many
thoughts running around my mind
churning in my chest;
like a small cement mixer
in the place your heart should be.

Tanka 6

January 8, 2019 Michelle RossLeave a comment

These roots are so strong
here I am strapped to the ground
entwined by my thoughts.
But one can move freely when
they exist within the soil

Tanka 5

January 6, 2019January 6, 2019 Michelle RossLeave a comment

We’re like age-old friends
cold fingers around warm drinks
Away from the edge
Through muddy depths of water
I see your hand reaching in…

– 04/01/2019

Tanka 4

January 3, 2019January 6, 2019 Michelle RossLeave a comment

For you to show me,
my mind acting like a sponge
I welcome it all.
Her heart dripping – leaves a trail
as she enters the unknown.

– 03/01/2019

Tanka 3

January 2, 2019January 2, 2019 Michelle RossLeave a comment

The daylight creeps in,
I feel your skin against mine…
memories return;
darkness enshrouding our moans,
a year bleeds into the next.

– 02/01/19

Tanka 2

January 2, 2019January 3, 2019 Michelle RossLeave a comment

The road least travelled,
we walked on amongst the trees,
will we meet again?
In the abandoned chamber
your hair falls over my face.

– 01/01/19

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