Friday, November 17, 2017

A Room of My Own: Midnight Train Tanka

alone I wait
for the midnight train ...
returning home
               <--> no one

scrawled on the wall

1 comment:

  1. Below is one of my train poems that could be read as a prequel to the tanka above:

    faraway whistle
    of the night train ...
    mother's lullaby

    Frogpond, 38:3, Autumn 2015