waka of budouadana: Face

FaceA calm river’s faceContains the sun of heaven,The mountains of earth —Yet slight breezes mar its sheen,Until it reflects nothing.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pitchers tuck by buddy don: a quiet morning

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pitchers tuck by buddy don: tiz a cloudy day

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pitchers tuck by buddy don: jes a nuther mornin in amurka

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mizry of buddy don: anchovies?

AnchoviesAnother migraineDecreed confinement in bed —Angry helplessness —But when I realized the cause,Anchovies, I slept deeply.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: Poised

PoisedPoised on the slick edgeOf the steep migrainous slope,I seek my balance,Fighting the fierce gravityOf painful oblivion.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: Moment

MomentOnly this moment Makes up all we have of life —Our past made richer,Our future much more hopeful,By how well we live in it.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)