Tanka by Shanna Moore

Far into the night

a wailing cry

humanitys lost children

a mother

alone in her agony

This blank page
a pure thin sheet

I lift my pen

the words black on white

a revelation with a tree

Is sound silenter
in thinner air
on my mountain
in stillness

even trees whisper

Sunshine blue skies
winter waves crashing
washing the lava leaving
a vision of white water
like snow of long ago

On the top of the mountain
a poet tree planted

poetry hanging

honoring our lost poets

and this universe of verse