Friday, September 30, 2016

A Room of My Own: Small Cage Tanka

alone again
with my drunken shadow ...
singing like a skylark
in the small cage
of this promised land


  1. A beautiful poem from depths of being, skylark-like in its flight of imagination, skylark-like in its song, despite the cage of immigration (I am assuming, here) and the shadow side of life. Thank you for your tanka.