A Tanka Sequence
alone
on this rainy night
the muse
is my sounding board
for ideas and gossip
two colored truths
in the predawn sky:
one for the muse
the other for me
and my drunken shadow
clichés open
a prismatic window
on my soul
(another cliché, I know) …
killing time with my muse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Musing oneself and ideas in soul searching and it is a good poem that likes.