Theme-based poetry kicks my muse hard and when the theme happens to be “Dreams,” she rides on the waves, eager to explore each one. I tried to restrict her to one Tanka but another one just flowed. She has more in her pockets but I have reserved them for my next book.
A box full of dreams She carries it with poise Some just flutter away Catching them is unrealistic What is the fun of cluttering?
On the first day of the New Year, I stepped out to see the change. Same sky, cloudless. No traces of much needed rain. Same sounds of cars whizzing past. Muffled faces. And then I saw him in the corner – HOPE! All bundled up, still shivering! I looked at him with expectant eyes.
“Procrastinator! Are you illusionary?” I sneered at him. He spoke to me:
“I know you love me I know you hinge on me When you tread on darker paths I know I inspire you.”
“And you take pleasure in elusive tricks?”
“ I have my constraints I float on the tide of time I possess no magic wand I hold a mirror to your ways.
“Sometimes I get caught In the currents of cacophony Discords and disharmonies Pull me down, make me dormant.”
“And so you walk out?”
“I am always around I whisper through the breeze I glisten in your heart I blend in your prayers.