Friday, June 20, 2008

tanka

wind

invisible you
awaken my follicles
enliven my mood
touch each leaf in your passing:
evidence of existence

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posted by Sir James Eric Watkins at 8:01 PM

4 Comments:

Blogger fineartist said...

Ah, I feel the wind, therefor I am.

Heh. I know I'm a dork, but it's true, right?

xx

12:25 AM  
Blogger dave said...

the wind blows for free.

heh I'm a dork too
awesome tanka!

8:54 AM  
Blogger Sir James Eric Watkins said...

dorks. *snorts

René couldn't have said better, my dear.

12:32 AM  
Blogger fineartist said...

heheheh, dorks R us.

11:44 PM  

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